Bearclaw Valley toothsome

he felt, and marvelled, and looked at his round glowing wife with a great adoration. she had to piss so often that he was a bit worried, but figured it was just a temporary development. it had definitely helped the border markings.
"deal!" he trilled back. "also if you're a frog then call me a swamp because i'm —" ears lifted sheepishly as athalia approached — and soaked herself right in — oh man.
but he knew better than to truly and badly respond to his daughter's eccentricities. instead he watched her for a moment, trying to understand. "what are you worried about, hm?"