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He was a slithering thing, the way he stalked. It reminded her of Yaalk'ali. A snake. Well, she could hardly blame his display. He was slave after all and no false dignity would do him any justice. Meleys snorts, eyeing his tawny colors. It reminded her of the desert wolf. The desert wolf she just so happened to find in the high reaches of the north.

You see shelter Chieftain build? Of course he had. Her tongue rolls oddly in her mouth at the need to use the common tongue for him to understand. Pointing with her nose and snorting wouldn't due, not when it came to the specifics of where she would birth her pups. You make for me, for mine. For his siblings, though they did not know. She sat, waiting to watch him build as her back legs kicked up oddly in front of her, letting the full of her pregnant belly hang.

She'd rather do it herself, but the long march had put more of a strain on her than she would have ever expected. It had never much before. This pregnancy too was proving, difficult, to say the least.