The wagon rattled over the uneven forest floor, pulled by a massive, shaggy ox-beast that seemed entirely indifferent to the chatter of the women behind it.
They always used it for transportation and he didn't mind as long as they paid him with food and rocks to buy things from the beast market.
And the wolves never try to eat him because how do they move about their pregnant females?
Roxy sat in the back, her legs dangling off the edge, breathing in the cool air of the deep woods.
For the first time in weeks, the air smelled like freedom.
"I feel lighter," Roxy admitted, tilting her head back to catch a patch of sunlight filtering through the canopy. "Is it wrong that I'm happy to escape my own house?"
Mara, sitting opposite her on a pile of furs, chuckled dryly. She shifted her massive belly, wincing slightly as the wagon hit a bump.
