Lost Creek Hollow One reason

oh, you're glad chased after you, the stone rumbled with only mild mockery, returning her nudge and mirroring her smirk. 

terance watched her as she lowered onto his paws, giving her a few licks to the forehead. he fell silent as she spoke, wondering exactly what that entailed. even as she glanced up at him, terance found little to grab hold of emotionally... unable to tell if that was a good or bad comment. jeez, she needed a sign that just said exactly what she was feeling at any given time. terance usually counted himself decent at reading her, but sometimes it was just too damn hard. 

we could always pawn 'em off to someone else and get some quality alone time in, terance offered, leaning down to nose the base of her ear, or we can make a sacrifice to the god of 'whoops my bad' and get him to reverse the whole pregnancy thing. the second one seemed less practical. giving her a few more kisses to the head, terance added in softer voice, i'm very much looking forward to having more than just us, though, so maybe no sacrifices.