May 15, 2015, 02:15 PM
Within days, Bazi could see herself shrinking. She made a mental note to convey her gratitude to Whittier in particular when he was old enough to understand, but telling a teenager that his mother was really grateful for his raging appetite for boob was, perhaps, not the Cool Mom thing to do. Bazi grinned at the thought, and knew she would tell him anyway - in public, and surrounded by friends.
The kids had already finished their breakfast, and the subsequent mess had been cleaned away. Bazi was desperate for something to eat, but Scimitar had been excused to do some more serious hunting with other members of the pack. With one eye on her pups, Bazi scooted closer to the mouth of the den, poking her head out to see if anyone was nearby and willing to bring her some morsels from the caches.
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