Bearclaw Valley seminole wind

The skin-to-skin contact was just what Blondine needed, though she didn't know it. Even if she had, Reigi would have been the last wolf she asked for a bit of comfort, considering her general fear of pregnancy. While Blondine was well aware of the fact that fertility wasn't contagious, she still thought that she ought to keep her distance whenever possible, just to be safe. 

Oh, sweetheart, she cooed, nuzzling Reigi as the two of them embraced, You always know just what to say. The two of them had work to do, and while Blondine was much more set on the idea of not doing it, she knew that it was necessary. Part of the scut work, she thought to herself, picking another piece of rancid meat from their pile.