Sunset Valley stepstones

Are you with a pack, Dagur? came her next question, golden eyes inquisitive.

They flickered slightly when one of her unborn pups suddenly kicked her in her so recently filled stomach. Masque let out a wounded noise and found herself suddenly struggling to catch her breath.

Feeling extremely vulnerable all of a sudden, she backpedaled to put some space between herself and Dagur. He seemed like a nice fellow so far, though the mother-to-be wanted to play it safe.

She had the presence of mind to shoot him an apologetic glance and flap her paw as if to say, You’ll have to excuse me a minute.