Horizon Ridge Fox in the Rough

The mother-to-be chuckled as the small lady inquired as to why her terrain was limited. Wasn’t it obvious? Perhaps pregnancy was not a limited factor to the lithe and flexible foxbreed. ”You haven’t noticed?” she answered vaguely, but turned her body so that her protruding sides were visible to the fox in the trees. Olive cut a waifish figure and, for the longest time, her pregnancy evinced itself through nothing more than a soft convex curve of her waist… as if she had simply eaten too big of a meal. In her final week, however, that had changed completely.

“Sinopa,” she inquired. ”Where have you come from?”