Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

Danica snorted. "Frogs indeed. Perhaps I can catch a couple for you as well, don't knock the sordid until you've tried." She smiled cheekily at Bazi, then sobered, focusing on the task at hand when they spoke of numbers.

Danica knew Njal's mate was having children (how could she not, it seemed everyone's business was pack business here) but had never met her nor even seen her. She supposed that she was kept hidden away, unfit for much until she popped out the little parasites. It wasn't that Danica minded children... she rather enjoyed their youthful innocence and insight. She just never in a million years had ever planned on having any. It seemed a lot of inconvenience and not much reward to her personally. Plus, there were... other considerations.

"At least three, I should think. One each and more if possible. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's probably better to have too much bedding rather than too little." She stayed back behind the other two, knowing that when the time came they would lead the way and call the shots. She would be content to follow, letting them lead her to the fun.