Sun Mote Copse if panties were snowmen, you were march.

It didn't take Elwood too long to respond to her call. That wasn't surprising, of course. After all, he'd been summoned for sex. What man didn't sprint to that call? She fidgeted as she waited, her mind racing with thoughts of what this batch of Blackthorns would look like, how many there would be, how many girls and how many boys, etc. She was eager to be a mother for the fifth time over. She didn't know how many litters at this point her own mother had succeeded in making, but Fin was getting a bit hopeful that she might overtake the matriarch one of these days. She did like being the best.

Elwood's arrival stole her focus away from her thoughts. Her tail wagged as she smiled broadly at him. "Elwood! Hey, hey, hey, hey, listen, listen, guess what!" she chirped as she began to bounce towards him, "Do you know what time it---ARGHH!" Her question ended with a cry as she landed oddly on one of her bounces and her bum hip chose to give out. She collapsed onto the ground in a heap, smarting over the pain as she said, "I'm hurt."