Nova Peak money, money, money

Spring was fast upon them, and summer nipping at her heels. Though he was not one to do well hunting, he was fair enough. Especially, when he was in a good mood, and he had a good reason for it. After all, Miss. Bazi, she needed all the food she could get. Especially as she got closer and closer to birthing time. Today tucked in his maw, was a brace of squirrels. It had taken him most of the morning, to catch the tricky little buggers, but he had won in the end. He figured she could save their tails for the babes too. He would need to find a couple raccoons before she gave birth as well. Their tails were always a fun play thing.

He approached and chuffed gently, standing still and silent, waiting to see if she would allow him near. Or if she would chase him away in irritation. Pregnant females they could be tricky lasses, especially when you weren't the man in the paternal role.