Sun Mote Copse Your body is a wonderland

The news appeared to blindside Niamh. Wildfire's smile grew as the pups continued to squirm around her insides. "Yes, I'm serious. I wouldn't kid about something like this," she replied with a wink (because pun). The Sovereign fell silent then as the excited Tradesman dipped forward, sprang up and licked her cheek. Her tail did the speaking for her: raising to demonstrate her own gladness and then making a skrt skrt noise as the tip once more whisked against either side of her humble abode.

"You're welcome," she said after a moment of observing Niamh's prancing. "This means we'll get to raise our children together, along with Finley too. Think of how many little Blackthorns will be running around the copse this spring..."