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

Finley smiles at her mate’s response, knowing perfectly well he was teasing. She shook her head to confirm his suspicions. No, she wouldn’t be easy to get rid of at all. Especially not for him. She had decided a long time ago that he was hers, and she was completely prepared to stick to him like a love tick until their dying day. And beyond, if he happened to break his promise to her and go first. We’ll just hope it doesn’t come to that though because I’m really uncomfortable writing about her snuggling with a dead body. But I digress.

”You better be. I’m quite elderly,” she purred as she moved to meet him, returning his affectations with little nips and kisses along his ear and down his neck. Her tail flashed high over her haunches in the international Wolf signal of lets do this as he, presumably, got into position for the start of their week long kerflomple extravaganza. Then she got pregnant.

thinkin we can fade here ;)