Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

Harlyn took his question more as a comment and she lowered her chin with a meek smile as she flushed.  That was exactly why she had been waiting for him, though her original intention had been to celebrate the solstice with him.  The changing of the seasons had quickly become the furthest thing from her mind the moment she'd felt their little bundles squirming inside of her, though, and even now she would have been hard-pressed to recall it.

"Yes, we do," Harlyn admitted when he mentioned planning.  There would be much to do - prepping the den, building caches nearer by to ensure they wouldn't have to go too far to keep her fed once the puppies arrived, making sure she was well-fed now to ensure that her milk was rich and thick, and making sure the pack was made aware so that they knew to step up their work as she would soon be forced to step back from it.  But for now... "But not right now, I think," she said after a beat, "Right now, I think maybe you hold off on the planning and the prepping and the fretting and the running and just.. sit and be happy with me."  She closed her eyes and placed a gentle kiss upon his muzzle, leaning back to gaze adoringly at him.