Bearclaw Valley If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie

Laurel looked down at Lucas to see if he was catching on. She could tell by the way he moved slower that he was feeling caught by his littermates' example and the warmth that her breast offered. Laurel smiled softly as she watched him fall asleep and lay down outstretched herself, letting out a soft sigh that sounded almost happy as she pondered over how lucky she was to have such beautiful great children.