Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

Right - but Nellie didn't want to be a lunch lady. She wanted to be a great hunter - like Phox - and she had had her fun with rabbits and squirrels, but the reward was so small for the effort she put in and she was ready for something new. She wanted to see what else was out there - explore just a little more of the vast wilds around them, if only to boast that she'd done it and brought back a meal for the pack. A 'Jack-of-all-trades' - as Wraen had described her - wasn't meant to be kept in the territory like some kind of pup. Soooo... She started. Does that mean I can join the next huntin' party? She asked with a tiny, hopeful smile.

And then everything got a little panick-y again. She hadn't thought about asking her mom about baby stuff yet, not since Bronco had revealed some world-shattering truths to her. She was a little more interested in having this conversation now, and had had her freak-out about it already so that wasn't an issue this time. She shook her head, embarrassed about how little she knew. Bronco said he wasn't tellin' me shit 'bout it, and I can't figure it out on my own. She was hoping she could've asked Phox, not realizing what an awkward situation that would've become. I don't get it - how do they get in y'ar belly? It doesn't make a lick'o sense.