The trek down the mountain was quiet and long. Hana's fifteen-day belly was getting heavy now, and it gave off a constant, radiating heat that made her sweat.
She wore her white nanofiber dress—the indestructible one she had found in the den and sewn herself—and it stretched tight over her stomach. But she could only feel safe in this.
Her tactical harness was buckled firmly over her big breasts, and she kept her stun gun secure against her thigh.
Caspian walked right behind her, using his big body to block the steep edge of the cliff. Every now and then, Kulu would let out a low whistle from the trees above, letting them know the path was clear.
Raiden walked on her right, completely silent. His pink hair was damp, and his nine pink tails were tucked close to his legs so they wouldn't catch on the thorns. The usual playful smirk was completely gone from his face. He looked stressed.
