Sleep, sleep, sleep. All she ever did anymore was sleep. Sleep and throw up and sleep again.

Which wasn't actually all that true. In reality, Mintaka was probably just sleeping as much as a normal, non-pregnant (not that Mintaka knew about that) wolf would sleep, but it was far more than her usual amount, and it felt like a huge waste of time. She could be exploring right now, or meeting new friends, collecting strangers to protect.

But how could she protect anyone at all? Outside of blasting the threat in the face with projectile vomit, that is.

Penny needed her to be big and strong and tough, but she didn't feel much in the way of big and strong and tough right now. So she curled up and dozed in their sleeping spot, drooling on her own forelimb when he decided to head out for the night, blissfully unaware of his fishing escapades.

Until she pried tired blue eyes open and caught wind of the smell, of course.

There was still nausea, but it was far overpowered by the hunger, and Mintaka sprang to her feet quick enough to make the world spin for a minute. She pranced over to Penny once she was sure she was still safely planted on the earth, fur mussed in all different directions and tail waving.

"You went fishing??" she asked, a touch of sleepy rasp to her voice.