Arrow Lake fall down a rabbit hole

He responded—the act in itself spurring something within her slender breast. Fatigued emerald eyes roved over him, and she curled her tail through the air, her exotic muzzle dipping lower to provide her humble need. “Mahler…I need you to look at one of them.”

She swallowed that flutter of panic once more, her mind forcing itself over her heart. Her child would be fine. He was healthy. He had to be healthy.

“He’s lethargic, and hasn’t shown any interest in moving.”