+- Wolf RPG (https://wolf-rpg.com)
+-- Forum: In Character: Roleplaying (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=5)
+--- Forum: Archives (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=11)
+--- Thread: Redhawk Caldera Who needs vanilla when you have me. (/showthread.php?tid=66388)
Who needs vanilla when you have me. - Towhee - October 02, 2025
Towhee was feeling fat and sassy on this pleasant October afternoon.
“@Hotah!” she hollered from the hillock above the Hobbit Hole, leaves and petals drifting around her feet. “I want a suckling pig with a side of marmot!”
She flopped down with a grunt, quickly shifting her weight to one hip to acommodate her baby bump. Her baby bump! Towhee still marveled at it… literally, she stared at it in wonder before her eyes dropped to the thinning fur exposing her nipples. Her crusty nipples.
Ew, what the fuck?she muttered, bending toward her underside to clean them.
Where’s my fuckin’ steak,she grumbled between licks of dried colostrum.
RE: Who needs vanilla when you have me. - Hotah - October 03, 2025
Amazing thread title!
Hotah’s ears twitched at the sound of her voice carrying down the slope, loud and unashamed as ever. The corner of his mouth lifted, amused despite himself, as he adjusted course toward her hillock perch.Pig and marmot, hm?he called back as he climbed, almond eyes glinting with mirth.
Might have to raid half the valley for that order. But for you, Elder, I’ll see what I can do.
He came to stand at her side, gaze briefly flicking to her belly before returning to her face. There was a warmth in his smile, the kind that smoothed over her grumbling.
Steak too, if you’re lucky. Might just have to settle for venison until I track down a piglet willing to throw itself at my paws.
A chuckle slipped free, soft but rich. He tipped his head, voice dropping a shade more gently as his eyes lingered on her bump.
Looking good, Towhee. Even with the… crusty steak situation.
RE: Who needs vanilla when you have me. - Towhee - October 03, 2025
She didn’t hear Hotah’s approaching footfalls. Towhee only lifted her head and turned around out of impatience, her eyes clapping on his figure right in time to catch, “—for you, Elder, I’ll see what I can do.” They squinted.
Don’t call me that, it makes me sound old,Towhee said dryly, gazing up at him as Hotah came to stand over her. When he remarked about her crust, her nose wrinkled and she repeated her earlier,
Ew, what the fuck?
A small part of her was pleased at the flattery, though. Towhee imagined she looked a bit like a crusty, fat grandmother. But she didn’t feel that way, not really. If anything, this pregnancy enervated her… even if it also made her hungry as hell.
Don’t just stand there,she griped, eyes dancing.
Find me something to eat, old man.
She hoped he appreciated the joke. Hotah couldn’t be a day over four, of course, but it was Towhee’s way of nodding to his relationship with the babes bulging her belly and demanding to be fed.
RE: Who needs vanilla when you have me. - Hotah - October 11, 2025
Hotah huffed a laugh through his nose, the sound deep and easy as his tail gave a single lazy sway.
Old man, huh?he echoed, dropping onto his haunches beside her.
If I’m the old man, that makes you the village matriarch. Crust and all.
He shot her a sidelong grin, one brow arched.
Though I’d watch your mouth before I start bringing back actual crust for dinner. Dried moss, tree bark—whatever I can scrape off the rocks. Very rustic.
For a beat, his teasing softened into something quieter. His gaze lingered on her belly again—less with concern, more with the easy steadiness of someone who knew exactly what was coming and wasn’t about to fuss.
They’ll be strong,he said, voice low, assured.
With you feeding them and me fetching every half-dead thing that crosses our borders, how could they not?
Then, with a smirk returning to his muzzle, he rose to his feet and stretched, long and loose.
All right, all right,he sighed, glancing down at her with mock reluctance.
Your royal highness wants steak, piglet, and marmot. I’ll see what I can drag back before you start chewing bark yourself.
He took a few steps backward, his grin widening.
Try not to scare off every hunter in the caldera while I’m gone, hm?
And with that, Hotah turned, trotting off down the slope with the easy confidence of a man who’d do it all again just to hear her complain.
RE: Who needs vanilla when you have me. - Towhee - October 13, 2025
His casual remark earned a cock of Towhee’s head, along with a squint. She knew he meant it jokingly, though didn’t he know the pack already had a Matriarch? She said nothing, letting him talk about feeding her foliage and then stare almost longingly at the slight swell in her belly.
Of course they’ll be strong,she said, placing all self-deprecation aside for a moment.
I may be leaking at the moment, but I know exactly what I’m doing. And I don’t doubt you’ll do your part, either,Towhee said, an almost solemn light behind her eyes as they fixed on Hotah’s face.
Hotah withdrew then, keen to do as he was asked—a trait she rather liked—and dropping a few quips on his way out. Towhee huffed a laugh, waiting until he was gone before she rolled her eyes. She appreciated his help and wouldn’t begrudge him his role, though there was something about the way he’d looked at her that didn’t sit quite right.
Brushing it aside, Towhee shifted her weight and decided that sitting here and twiddling her nonexistent thumbs wouldn’t work. She might as well get some sleep while Hotah hunted, especially with how heavy she felt at present. She exhaled and relaxed her muscles, letting her chin drift down to the crook of one outstretched foreleg.
She meant to think about names a bit, though she quickly drifted off as the autumn sun warmed her back and the mix of dead leaves and withering petals settled around her.