Shadewood “What parta ‘Stay Put’ ain’t stayin put?”

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@Velvet was just as cute as she was chunky. It seemed all of her body was swelling up, and in all the places she couldn’t reach to groom, there he was to throw his tongue and teeth all over that thick body. Despite him wanting to make more babies with her, the urge to just protect her was forever growing him, the only thing keeping him away from her being either her teeth in his face, or teeth in his ass. Or, well, when she had the craving for some codfish and Deer snout with smeared dewberry somewhere between both of em. Maybe it was the salt of the snout she liked? Why couldn’t she just lick a salt block? 
Where the hell could he find a salt block in a jungle forest?

Well, it was best he didn’t ask- when a pregnant woman asked ya ta do something, you best get on up and get to it before her ‘please’ became something a hellova lot meaner, sharper, and more pointy. Pregnant gurls had a quickdraw faster than a blink. 

Here he was, dragging the head of a dead deer back, a stiff cod stuck and skewered on a short antler, and some dewberries rattling around in one of the eyeholes. It was fresh, which he hoped she’d be happy for, because last time she wanted a frozen one, and with the weather thawing, he couldn’t find a frozen deer. Heat flashes and hot temperatures, oh boy. 
Meh had to sleep outside the den, that day. 

But today, here he was outside of that den with it. Brusquely shoving a dark rump airward, he hauled the catch to the entrance, and puffed out gruffly from his barrel chest-

“alright- babe,” his huff was winded. “Got- yer- snacks.” Whew 

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