Redhawk Caldera native boomerang

His suggestion was one she usually would have hopped on in an instant, but she knew that her rib would be killing her if she even attempted such a feat right now. Their lovemaking had been put on pause while she recovered, much to her (and she assumed his) dismay. But before she could protest, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her. Not quite sure what he meant, Fox lifted a brow.

"Unless what?" she asked. Being a traditional—not to mention, young—wolf, the only thing she could think of was, well, the thing. That was how puppies were made, provided her body was ready for them.