Fox's Glade Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true

poor ameline. swollen up with kids again, she had to adjust. ancelin had hunted more, providing himself as warmth, and now he walked close at her side.
he left off snuffling a wet kiss into his mate's ear as she spoke, becoming pointed once more with focus. "hopefully. probably." so he hoped.
ancelin began to track, glancing sidelong toward ameline for her reaction.