Redhawk Caldera Who needs vanilla when you have me.

Towhee was feeling fat and sassy on this pleasant October afternoon.

“@Hotah!” she hollered from the hillock above the Hobbit Hole, leaves and petals drifting around her feet. “I want a suckling pig with a side of marmot!”

She flopped down with a grunt, quickly shifting her weight to one hip to acommodate her baby bump. Her baby bump! Towhee still marveled at it… literally, she stared at it in wonder before her eyes dropped to the thinning fur exposing her nipples. Her crusty nipples.

Ew, what the fuck? she muttered, bending toward her underside to clean them. Where’s my fuckin’ steak, she grumbled between licks of dried colostrum.