It felt good, relaxing on the stone, so that the pressure in her belly was not dragging her down. It was growing close to her time though; more likely than not when Valarauco came by next time she would be forced to ask him to hunt for her. Her step was slow enough due to the size of the foals within that she had been unable to catch one of the deer that normally fed her foals and herself. "Do you have a name, stranger?" she asked finally. "I see so few purebloods of out kind that I find myself curious."
She knew she probably sounded more tired than would be wise to reveal to a stranger. Valarauco's scent was strong here though, and the heavy smell made her relax. He was not a mate, but he was not fool enough that should he hear the sounds of battle he wouldn't come to check. He knew she was heavy with foal. "I am Zulimar, first-daughter of Shalima, from a clan beyond the mountains."
