Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

The pair began to walk, Wildfire eager to accompany her mate despite her large meal. She didn't know how pregnancy went for most she-wolves—she vaguely remembered Fox experiencing nausea and other unpleasantness—but it suited her very well. She felt like she was glowing from the inside out, just brimming with positive energy. She practically pranced at the commander's shoulder.

"I'm not sure yet," she admitted, "but I'll let you know what ideas I come up with." They could simply name one of the pups Peregrine and/or Fox, yet Wildfire craved something a little more creative. That thought prompted another, which she voiced aloud: "Hey, do you know what you'll want them to call you? I was thinking I could be 'mama.'" Her chestnut gaze sought Thuringwethil's, beseeching and more than a little curious.