We continued to walk deeper into the forest. Beatrice had two squirrels in her hand, and well, I have just one rabbit.

It should be almost five in the evening now, judging by the weather.

“I must say that I'm tired,” Beatrice said suddenly, with a little yawn.

We are the only ones on the way now, and we haven't seen or heard any other pregnant women for hours now.

“When are we supposed to stop now?”

“Well, we need to reach the finish line before 6. The time should be a bit over five now.”

I looked at Beatrice, a bit awed. “How did you know that?”

“The howl...