Deuce Rhiannon, dated two weeks ahead (so September 4th?). Lol, stumbled across this: The old map of their house in DdM! 
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She was running out of time. Coli knew she didn't have much longer until the litter was due, less than a fortnight, though she wasn't certain since she hadn't been counting. All she knew was how heavy she had grown, her belly so round and protruding that she could no longer see her feet when she stood. There was no point in wearing the cloak anymore; no amount of fabric could conceal her shape now, so her condition was hardly a secret. It happened so quickly.
The summer heat was cooling off now, most of her flowering plants were already going to seed to prepare for the oncoming autumn. The change of the seasons was inexorable, inescapable, though she dearly wished it could remain summer forever. Then she could garden endlessly without the threat of frost, and she would never have to face the looming end to her unwanted pregnancy.
Sighing, Coli waded into the shallows of the Grand Lake, feeling the soft mud squish beneath her toes. The water was cool, refreshing on her swollen ankles. She tried not to look at her bloated reflection, instead focusing on the sparkle of sunlight over the surface. This lake was the site of her disgrace, where she had been attacked and defiled earlier in the season. It was where she cleaned herself, washing her hands scores of times whenever the memories resurfaced. It was where she returned every morning to fill the wineskin bottle with water to carry to the garden, keeping her plants from wilting under the summer sun. Now it was merely where she came for solitude, to escape certain watchful eyes in the village. She was close to the border here, closer than she had dared to come for weeks, but still safely within Vinátta. She loved this pack, it felt like home more than any other, but she couldn't deny the rising feeling of being trapped.
Coli drew a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. It hadn't gotten easier, and she still wasn't ready for motherhood; now she was simply resigned to the fact that she had no control over her fate anymore. She couldn't fight it, she could only hope to survive it.
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