Bearclaw Valley only then i am human,

She chuckled. Puppy magic, She explained. Don’t matter if it’th yuh firtht time theein’ ‘em thith young, or if you thee em thith young every year- It’th alwayth a shock to thee how thmall they are when they’re born. She rumbled proudly as she looked down at her tidy brood, lined up against her side. That, an’ the fresh baby thmell. That’th pup magic too. She said, hovering her muzzle above the children for a moment and inhaling a deep breath so she might treasure the scent of (temporarily) clean, fresh pups.

Cole brought food. Here, She said, selecting one of the boys- the most milk-drunk one of them, and the most likely therefore to remain calm. She pulled him gently from between his siblings, and placed him before Cole. 

Hold ‘im, thmell ‘im. I’m gonna be rude an’ scarf down thith rabbit but that’th fair trade I reckon, She said as the licked her lips and began to tear into the rabbit’s meat voraciously.