Stone Circle Den-Making

Valette sat there panting lightly. Her belly protruding and... moving. The pups were active. The fur on her tummy had thinned out enough to see the skin of her belly. Her skin was clearly moving differently from her breathing. The woman gave Ezekiel a playful glare when he said that he had some interior decorating skills. She would have laughed about it but she was serious enough about getting the den together. She wanted to place all the bedding there just right. "I'd like to do it myself," she spoke, however now it was more kindly.

Valette was surprised he asked. She slowly nodded. "Yes, I have thought about it," she spoke. "I have a few names in mind but I will only name them when I see them. So they will fit, maybe I won't name them straight away. I don't know. But probably shorter names. Are there any names you like?," she asked. Maybe there was one who she would like as well. She could always use some inspiration for names. Though, in a way names were relevant. She changed her name. She felt more a Valette than a Desna.