Perhaps she had not quite thought this through. Yes she wanted children -- more than two, more than six, more than she could count to -- but this whole being with child stage was harder than she remembered it. Of course the first time she had only carried two sacs. She had been younger then, a mere doe.
Oh, damn it all.
The ache in her limbs is heavy and pronounced as she beds down, with all the grace of a bloated toad, and then shuts her eyes. The shade of an owlcat appears and stretches it's sleek body. Its back arches and toes curl into the dirt, claws sinking into the dirt, before becoming solid. There is a moment where owlcat and mare regard one another before the mare fades and surrenders to sleep.
In owlcat form, the Legendary stands guard. There are long moments of peace where the glowing eyes do little but watch the translucent mare form. When the dusk turns to night, Lull in Sunlight pads closer and nestles herself close to the distended belly that carries the sacs she will lay. "You will be wise, beautiful children," she thinks. And they will. Of that she can be sure.
