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Tiberii · 3 years (7/22/22)

OOC

backdated to just before the Wedding!

She was feeling more and more Plague-Sick (read: pregnant) day by day. Each morning, as the sun would rise, she would waken, driven by her instinctual desire to perform her rounds. And yet her body felt heavy, her limbs swollen, and her figure exhausted. It was obvious to most, by now, via word or by visual acuity alone, that Tiberii was inundated with children.

Be it blessing or curse, that was yet to be determined.

So, she was slow in her movements, careful pawsteps placed along the cracking earth as she moved her heavy frame forward. The midday sun was bright along her back, and she knew she was late for her rounds. But, as she shifted toward the borders, she was distracted by a familiar figure near her den.

Vidarr? There was a brightness there, disguised by a careful curiosity. Tiberii would smile, glancing toward the antlers that Vidarr carried. What are ya doin'? She'd take a few steps forward, raising a brow and pressing her ears forward as a familiar warmth filled her smile.

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