Amunet stalks uncomfortably; her paws ache, and her belly is swollen. Her children are not long for being born, and yet the restlessness never ceases. It is the sharp cry of Thoth that grabs her attention. He grasps something in his talons, swooping low to drop it before her, seeming to retreat and perch in a tree. Amunet hums and mutters her thanks before shooting daggers at Thoth for insisting she rest. She huffed as he seemed to shrug at her; at the very least, it was comforting to know he was at least trying to find the children, even if she couldn't dedicate the time to it.

The dark woman shakes her head and moves to eat as Thoth hums and tells stories to her. After finishing her meal, the dark woman curled into the grass and rested her eyes. Despite the restlessness of her pups, the woman managed to find a bit of peace, basking in the sun and resting in the stories he shared with her. The dark-pelted woman felt comfortable under the watchful eyes of Thoth. He would warn her if there was a threat, and being so deep into Jakten, it was almost unlikely that a stranger would traipse close to her place of rest.

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