Broken Antler Fen Young and loaded

Ambrosia was enjoying her time with the alpha - once, she'd been so jealous, she never thought she'd even like Pearl - and glad she'd opened up and allowed herself to love, no hate. 

Good timing, too.

Ammie nodded in agreement - they would be here and growing in a flash, and before Pearl knew it, they'd be gone.

                           "It all goes so fast. One day their suckling and blind, and the next they're fighting for dominance - before you know it, they'll be off hunting alone, bringing you back the kills...." 

Sadness laced her tone, but she really was happy for Pearl and Sebastian - they, too, would know the joys of parenthood. At the white woman's question, Ambrosia shrugged: one shoulder twitched up a little faster than the other, jolting up, but the tawny warrior didn't even notice such a minute thing. She smiled, thinking of her own games with Brandy and all the things she'd taught her.

                                                              "Hide and go seek, tag, any other games they're sure to think up. Depends on what they're like. when they get older: I'm sure you guys would teach them to hunt, but I could teach those interested to be a good warrior, like I did with Brandy.