Whitefish River To go back to a place much simpler than this

"I suppose you're right." Emrik had to agree, sometimes it was nice to be reminded of how the simple life is what you want. He gave a sheepish look, when her pale gaze flicked in his direction. He could feel a blush land on his cheeks at the mention of the puppies, he could see the mischievous in her eyes. He chuckled awkwardly, "Oh yeah, there's plenty to do with three litters on the way. It's going to be a long summer." Emrik cleared his throat, and smiled nervously.

"Are there many litters in the Empire?" He had been so preoccupied with other things, Emrik wasn't up on the latest news between packs, if there was any. As Speedy's pregnancy progressed he had slowly joined her on all her expeditions beyond the den. Often searching for herbs, much to his dismay.