Firefly Ravine douvanjou a

lilia seemed to be an accomplished traveler. mireille herself had not gone so far without necessity, either to search for family or the look to conceive one. it reminded her of how far she had ranged for the growing children inside her, and that in turn reminded her of val —
the emerald eyes shone, intensified; a smile came to her mouth as she watched the redtail girl encircled by fireflies.
a cramp in her abdomen tightened the obsidian's expression for a moment, and then she sighed as it passed. "maybe — after dey born — we go huntin', you an' i." the idea was a pleasant one, and she blinked toward the other wolf, wondering if agreement would come.