Catherine was setting up to the winter. Not only the winds could tell it was coming, but the change of the leaves colors, Seymour's feather changing and her own fur was chinging into a thicker, warmer one. And she should start as soon as possible, seeing that it wasn't just her to get fed. Besides Bluma and Seymour - and Saw, though he doesn't eat -, there was someone else's mouth to feed. Someone inside her belly. And it was a quite hungry one.
Having to eat twice as much as normal, she would have to gather the twice as much for the coming season. It meant twice the work. All that the grayish female could think of was: being pregnant completely sucked.
She repeated that over and over again inside her mind while directing Bluma back home, while the cream amre would carry the mule deer they got down with a trap and a few of the small animals caught the same way. Her belly was already noticeable, and she decided to keep in the Optime form. As always. And, of course, Saw insisted her to don't carry too much weight. Besides, the horse didn't seem to mind those extra works. Not only food, but wood for the fire, and material to proof the cave from the cold.
Even so, the woman never liked to feel so dependent, to be needing help. Unfortunately, her situation demanded that, which made her feel sick.
Her back ached too much, and she knew it was still in the middle of the process. It would get worse later, if that was actually possible... But, in any way, a familiar scent came with the cool breeze, along with some reddish fallen leaves. A glad smile. It was Hemming.
A few steps toward the smell, she finally found the source. The grayish male was under a tree, with a big variety of materials in front of him, working in something. It was quite a dejà-vú: they too seemed to find each other under trees, out of nothing. Most of the times, he would be working at something. A giggle scaped her mouth, enjoying. He was a quite close friend, she would daresay. The first one since Leland. Relieving how easily she would forget of the husky mix when she would see the grayish male.
Seymour was patrouling the boarders for her, and Saw was home, waiting for her. Looks like he would wait a bit more. She heard his light humming, and soon caught the rythim, joinning him, humming slightly louder. To call his attention. Funny... The first time we met, it was me to be humming a song, huh? She asked while walking closer to the male, gigglinh in the end with the irony. She remembered that heavenly day perfectly. So, how are you doing? She asked,finally greeting him.
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