Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

Mordecai settled in beside her, acquiescing to her request not to give in to the need to fall into business mode and begin the prepping for their litter. There would be plenty of time to plan, and probably plenty of time to do some panicking as well. But for now, Harlyn was eager to keep it at bay. There was much about their situation that was stressful, but there was so much more to be excited for.

"They're going to be so small," Harlyn murmured happily. It was an obvious comment, and of all the things she could have foretold about them, their size was not exactly the most interesting. There were plenty more thoughts going on in her mind, but for now she left them to her imagination.