Stone Circle From Wolf to Whale

Six!? Eight!?

Greyback stared at his mate like she had sprouted antlers, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He could barely handle Ira, gods help them if there was six or eight kids in there. "Now, now, Valette, I doubt there will be more than Four. Eight is quite a lot, where would we even put them?" The man glanced around the den, it was quite spacious but even with Valette and he it felt a bit cramped at times. Though the thought of so many young running around it made his heart skip a beat.

The soft caress of a tongue on his chin grounded him though, and he turned to look at her once again. "That I am," he chuckled, his voice vibrating in his chest where Valette was pressed. "And they will do best to remember that before crossing you or I—less my fangs find their hide." He joked. "But it is late, and you need your rest. Please, rest yourself and I will return to you before sundown with something to eat?"