Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arlette quirked up her lips. "I'm afraid that I will not be able to guard you as well," she admitted. She would be distracted by him. She knew that. Arlette watched the nest and it was more than big enough for the two of them. Though, Arric had the would on his one side and the paw.

"Alright, but then I will be the big spoon!," she offered with a grin and then settled against his good side on the bed. She was in no way able to ever be a big spoon for Arric but it was the thought that counted. It was rather nice, being out in the open. Arlette licked the top his head, chuckling. "Better get training some more," she teased him, of course not meaning it at all. "Tomorrow hopefully you will feel a little better about it," she hummed.

Cygnet had been rather interesting to raise. Honestly, if she would have her own pups this year, it might be a whole lot easier. At least she figured. Arric had mentioned that he wanted to be a dad, if it was an option for him. But perhaps they should talk about these things a little more if they were going to get that serious about it. "At least she prepared me, if we decide we want some of our own this year." Arlette started.