Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

"Our babies," she parroted, a goofy grin crossing her features. She gazed adoringly at him for a moment, admiring his strong features and swooning over the sweet things he said. Then her stomach gurgled, and she looked speculatively toward the forgotten fish.

"I will make them fine furs to sleep on," she declared, side-stepping. "They will have soft things to sleep on, and they will be warm while we hunt."

She laid a paw over the fish.

"I would like to know more about you," she told him, her eyes tracing his features once more. She had spent so much time staring at him these past few days! His face was surely branded across her psyche, but she knew so little about him. "Will you come share a meal with me? And tell me about where it is you come from?"