yarn and needles
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Iskata had somehow got another silly human notion all wrapped up in her pretty little head once more. She'd found some strange books in the library at the homestead and along with age old yarn and needles the silver and gold matriarch had found a little hobby to occupy her time in the late stages of her pregnacy. Deuce was more than happy by the fact that the lady wasn't out running the borders and worrying about every little thing, but Iskata had still decided to sneak out of the lands and find herself in the city of Halifax.

There actually had been some reason behind the journey, and though she was tired and worn from the short trip from her cottage down the road to the city she'd found a few stores that had interested her but her main search had yet to be found. The woman was on a mission for more yarn and cabling to work on knitting some blankets and scarfs for the children of the pack. She knew that Tal was almost too old for a blanket or anything but she'd been thinking of the human holidays they the world once celebrated and she thought that perhaps the pack should do something just the same.

She really didn't have any idea of what type of building would bring about the prize she was looking for but she wasn't going to give up until she'd found what she needed. A yawn broke across her muzzle as she shook off the weariness and treaded on. She'd find it, though it was probably gonna be in the last place she looked. Running her hands over her swelling belly she shook her head at the terror inside that seemed to kick and twist about inside her like a fighter. She could tell the small one was already going to be a handful.


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