Swiftcurrent Creek the road that led us here

she supposed it was rather remarkable - she'd grown life inside her, even if said life caused her no end of discomfort. he seemed fascinated, and while it was true he had no claim to their names, she had no desire to keep them from him. that would entail her raising the lot alone, and she could not imagine herself confined to some den for days, weeks at a time. also, perhaps, because despite how nonchalant she seemed the idea of life relying solely on her was somewhat fear-inducing. 

at his question, she shrugs, experiencing this all for the first time and thus having no comparison for the odd movements. for a moment, she considers, before easing onto her stomach and rolling then slightly to the side. "you can feel them, if you like." it's a subtle gesture, too, that no matter how far apart they've drifted she won't keep him from their young.