Blackfoot Forest wicked little goblins

Ramona's grotty ears barely registered Tuwawi's footsteps, but her sense of smell had not yet given in to the effects of age. The Fox pulled a long, deep breath into her lungs, as if it was a field of flowers she was smelling and not the subtle aura of pregnancy that wafted off the red woman's back.

The fox's gummy mouth pulled into a thin, shaky smile. "Have you someone to care for you?" she asked, not bothering to turn her head in Tuwawi's direction - she had no senses of where the wolf was, just that she was there.