Silentstorm and Marshhowl
Vigilant but tired eyes blinked open as Silentstorm's huge statue for a few moments blocked the light from outside, and Marshhowl did her best to properly wake up. She had found it harder to sleep now that she was closer to kitting, but she didn't exactly think she'd get
more sleep once they were born, so she at least tried to rest now. But she perked up a little more once the squirrel her mate had carried with him was dropped beside her.
The two shared the food largely in silence, but once they had finished her mate turned to her.
"Do-" His yellow gaze shifted for a moment toward her belly which had despite Marshhowl's small figure grown considerably.
"Do you think they'll be born soon?" "Oh, they better! I don't know long I can stay in here with nothing to do and still stay sane." She leaned against her mate's shoulder and sighed somewhat.
"I miss being a warrior." Patrolling the borders, hunting, and training. That was where she belonged, not here, trapped in a den all day. Silentstorm's height shifted to support her a little more, and though he still didn't say much, she knew she'd have good help raising the kits.