Lost Creek Hollow If you've changed your mind

"title's all yours," rumbled terance, who returned to his doting with a few licks to the top of her head before the second half of the conversation ensued. 

as she demonstrated, terance attempted to imagine what that might feel like from the inside. he had little luck in doing so, except maybe relating it to tummy rumblies when dinner didn't sit right... but that didn't feel appropriate. "hm," he hummed thoughtfully as she looked at him, green eyes settled upon her features before moving back towards her stomach. he moved to hook her back into him with a persistent muzzle, nosing gently and preening through the fur along her cheeks and neck. "those suckers are gonna be big," he commented casually, thinking in particular right now about how forcefully they were kicking at her. maybe they got lucky and got some genes from his mom's side... but even osprey wasn't small...