Ravensblood Forest you found me and i found you

The smoke-and-shadow rogue had become somewhat obsessed with digging dens, though whether its cause was the strange welter of emotions that plagued her or the desire to nest was anybody’s guess. At the sound of Arturo’s beloved pet name for her, she emerged from the underbrush, wearing an impish expression. “Turo,” she purred warmly, snaking her body against her husband’s. Her pregnancy was in too early a stage to properly bear evidence of their loving, but her plush sides had begun to fill out and her fur had all but grown back; it was a hale and healthy female who looked up at Ceannasach with laughing eyes.