Lost Creek Hollow If you've changed your mind

She enjoyed the badger.  It was different than deer and hare, and certainly a nice treat.  Talking and eating is still rather impolite, and that much harder when your toolset for making things bite sized pieces was also your mouth instead of cutlery, so she stayed quiet while she had her fill.  It was what she'd come here for in the first place, after all.

Once Treason was done, she stepped around to Terance's side while he ate and licked the wound on his shoulder again, more delicately this time, as she pondered whether she'd say anything now that she'd been planning to later in the evening.  Honestly, she was being silly.  She should just do it.  Yeah.  Do it. -- Treason gave the wound one more lick, then she said simply and quietly, I can feel them move now.  Which was probably the first direct thing she'd said without prompting about the entire pregnancy.  Sure, she'd complained when she felt bad or whatever, but for the most part she'd kept everything to herself.  Things were left unsaid that were obvious.  But this was not obvious to anyone other than her.  She was a little fuzzy on the timeline, but it certainly meant things were nearing their conclusion.