Lost Creek Hollow You are the moon

Doedapple was pregnant, there was no doubt about that. Kel still wasn't sure what to think of his new life. Children. A new name. A permanent home, and no real purpose aside from his own whims. That was weird.
He took a walk, as he often did of late, to clear his head. When he spotted Crowfeather he chuffed softly, approaching with an easy familiarity. He thought of the conversation they'd had weeks ago, about children, and wondered how Crowfeather felt now. But he didn't ask.