Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

You have to lick them. To get them to poop, Reverie said bluntly, pausing to glance at Abel and see his reaction. A giggle slipped from her. It is pretty gross.

She sobered a bit then, her thoughts whisked away by more serious matters. I won't be able to leave my den much once they're born. Not for a few weeks, She sighed. Have you ever seen the valley to the east during spring? It's beautiful. A note of longing tinged her voice.