Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

There he was!

Her tail moved in great, happy sweeps. Her ears flattened atop her crown and flit back up as he bridged the gap between them. She let out an excited roo-roo-rooo between teeth that still gripped their parcel. Her own head leaned against his larger one and again she felt that sense of home. Not a place for her anymore, but him. As it had once been with her family, but so very different. They had been travelers. They followed the herds. So home had never before been a place in any event.

Sunday Morning smelled the meat he had brought, and looked to it, suddenly ravenous. She thanked him with many chin nibbles, though paused before going to it as she noted where he lingered. For better access, and to again reveal her implicit trust in him, Sunday Morning lay on her side to show him her belly. The fur there was beginning to thin, and he would see the other indication that was more obvious than that through the spots that had begun their swelling.

Red Eyes nor Red Woman had seen this yet; when she had shown her belly to them, there had been no signs of their coupling being a success. It had been too early to know. But they had known there was a chance of this.

She lingered on the outskirts only due to tracking prey. Where she would whelp she did not yet know. That instinct had not yet gripped her. Her tail thudded lightly against the earth as she extended her foreleg to place her paw against his own. He would soon be Father Wolf to those growing within. And she felt happy, wriggling on the earth before moving to plant several more kisses upon his muzzle and cheek.