Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

If there was any panic in his voice or his movements, Fox overlooked it. She was too filled with joy (and baby gravy) to notice anything like that. They were going to have another batch of kiddos, and even though they'd lost so many, that wasn't what Fox was thinking about. She was thinking about how tiny those adorable fluff balls would be. How their little squeaks sounded when they couldn't even hear themselves. She was already imagining how Whip and Gannet would react to their new siblings, and how Finley's kids would, too. Maybe it would give Whip another thing to focus on, rather than moping about and mangling his legs.

"You wanna bang again?" interrupted her thoughts, though she was anything but displeased. "Only if we go niiiiice and slow this time around," she bartered with a smirk. The first time was always a quick, wild frenzy, but after the initial, carnal rush, she enjoyed taking their time. They had a whole week to bone to their hearts' content, and she planned on doing just that. Fox was gearing herself up for the next round, and licked the side of Peregrine's face. "You're the mother-fuckin' best, Peregrine." And he sure was fuckin' a mother.