Snowforest Taiga once was a postcard

Even the strengthening storm didn’t break Masquerade’s inward focus for a moment. She could not decide if she preferred this or the occasional cramping. It was such an indescribably queer sensation, though her lips curved into a tentative smile when she realized this meant the pups were developing well.

Sobeille’s voice cut through the blustery air. Masque blinked over at her, grimacing a little at the idea of popping. She knew she had a few weeks left before her litter was due, though she nodded in agreement. She didn’t fear the storm, though it would be better not to be caught out in it in case it got bad. Besides, Riley would want to hear about this latest development.

Yes, she said again, adding, Take care, Sobeille, and bobbing her head before turning to trudge back toward Nova Peak.