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Life had gotten very boring for Neela. Day in and day out her pregnancy had left her with little to do and while she did her best to find people to talk to, or even help out where she could, in the end it often ended up that her days consisted of laying about wishing for something do to.
As such she was extremely grateful when her latest daydream was broken by the noise and scent of somebody approaching the fort. Shaking her head sleepily Neela forced herself to her feet, pushing her way out of the bush in front of her house that she had been napping in to see what was going on. Ismeme and Hadley were walking through the gates together – that was nothing particularly interesting, the two were mates after all – but what caught Neela’s attention was the small brown figure carried by Ismeme.
Neela was unusually fond of puppies at the best of times and with some of her own growing inside her she couldn’t contain herself from going over to take a look, tail wagging fiercely despite the ungainly waddle that her stomach forced her into when moving fast.
She let out a quiet, friendly bark to signal her presence as she approached from the side. Tail still wagging Neela stopped a respectable distance away, knowing not to push a mother for space with her newborn, and sat down, taking some strain off her legs. ”Isa, Hadley, good to see you. How’s your daughter? She looks beautiful.” the words were somewhat more formal than Neela used but her tone was fast and excited. While she waited for a response Neela craned her head to try and get a better look at the pup, finding it hard to see her well between the height difference and the distance she had chose to keep.
