Swiftcurrent Creek That you're drowning in the water

A soft chuckle. I have. Though Arlette didn't tell me you had jokes

A glimmer of appreciation for her humor in his gaze. Arric was hardly ever a serious wolf. And his humor was often at the forefront.

A small smile. Ah let the little furballs grow and play. No work needed. Besides ours will work first. He teased.

Arlette is still tired. And a little sore. She has a salve she uses cause our babies got mean teeth. And the babies are growing like bad weeds. They'll be taller than their mom soon.