She was starting to get irritated with being pregnant. She simply wanted it to be over at this point, with the discomfort growing. The puppies moved a lot now, and kicked at her every which way. She knew there were multiples, and could not help but wonder how many were in there. By her guess, it was three or four.

Azalea lay in the den that Jaxxon had gifted her, among the furs. She had her stash of herbs nearby, and she could not help but think of Setemhotep and the open offer to go to Satriya. The threat of Jaxxon’s brother coming back loomed in her head, and it wasn’t like she had a lot to think about or do right now. Was this really the safe place to be?

Generally, Azalea was rather care free, but this issue really…burned into her mind. She never thought herself as a mother or particularly caring, but already she felt a fierce protective instinct over them and they are not even born yet. Azalea grunted as she groomed her front paws. What the hell had she gotten herself into? It was probably only a few suns before the pups would be here…and Jaxxon seemed rather busy.