Redhawk Caldera The kids aren't alright

He whisked her around, and Fox made no attempt to stop him. Any thought of worries were quickly replaced with pleasant, mindless motions. She could not even recall the last time they'd boned, though she was fairly certain it was to conceive their latest litter. Perhaps that contributed to her sullen mood all these months. Things slowed, her breathing began to steady, and when all was said and done, she flopped onto the ground with a content smile on her face.

Roughly three seconds after hitting the ground, Fox was snoring nice and loud.