The day concluded safely when the rain finally tapered off and stopped the water from rising all the way to the camp. Unfortunately, that day was far from an isolated incident. A trip that could normally be made in under a month was more than doubled by a variety of factors. For one, the rainy season did not relent in its severity. At times, the pack was locked in one place for days at a time, waiting for conditions to become favorable enough for them to move along. Argonian travelers were normally not bothered by rain or rising rivers to a great extent, but moving during a storm was usually not an option for them. Ahnasha in particular would be in danger if they tried, as she could hardly swim at all in her current state. They had to remain vigilant not to expose her to any unnecessary danger for the sake of her child's health. To make matters worse, the longer it took them, the harder it was for her to travel. The only silver lining to the delays were that they gave them ample time for training sessions for Kaleeth. At first, she mostly stayed around and trained with Janius, but upon Meesei's assistance, she at least tried to open up to the others. Meesei was of course the first person she started talking to other than Janius, as she actively sought out conversations with Kaleeth, but she started to be friendly with the others all the same. Lorag was the person she was least familiar with. No matter how much Meesei insisted (or yelled at him) that he talk more with her, they did not have much common ground, and she still felt nervous around him. Kaleeth still felt like an outsider in the pack, but she had at least became close enough to Meesei that she could safely train with her. 

By the second month, Ahnasha's stomach was essentially at the largest point it would reach. While not as large as that of a pregnant human or elf, it was obvious that she was ready to give birth in a matter of days, a week at most. The pack was very close to Stormhold; even with bad weather, they could likely make it there in two or three days, which made it even worse knowing that it was probably too little, too late. It was nearing evening and the weather was fair for once, but this night was the night of the full moons. The pack would be forced to transform, so it was mandatory that they remain in the wilds, far from civilization. While it was technically possible that they could make it to Stormhold before it was time, that was seeming increasingly unlikely. 

Ahnasha sat on the ground atop a pile of blankets, leaned up against a tree with her hands resting on her stomach. She looked nervously up at the sky, wondering how the night might unfold. She had transformed recently enough to know that she could do so without harming the child, but she was so close now. It was entirely possible that she could give birth tonight, which would mean she would be doing it alone. All of the others would be away on a hunt they could not avoid. It was worrying, a fact that was quite obvious in her expression.