Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

worms?! ew, she grunted under her breath, shaking her head, kids. she paused. going to be my first litter. maybe her last, depending on what she decided next year. on whether she needed a larger army. 

he had let go of the prey, and she glanced at it for a moment, but made no movement, knowing an attempt was futile. she wasn't starving- she was just realizing why women usually had kids in packs. it was nice to have someone hunting for you and bringing you fresh meat. 

i wish i knew how many there's going to be. i can feel at least a few kicking. would that gross him out? the first time she felt a kick, it grossed her out even thought it was normal. how strange, to have other little wolves growing inside of her.