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I couldn't help myself.

“D’aww,” she said softly, “I love you, too.” She'd never been a particularly romantic wolf, at least verbally, but Peregrine had managed to change that over the past several months. The puppies would be a challenge, she had no rose-colored glasses about that, but she had a good feeling about them. She couldn't see them being so terrible, and there was that whole "unconditional love" thing that typically happened between parent and child. Fox wondered if it was possible to not love your own children, but that was a question far too complicated for her tiny wolf brain.

Fox felt a familiar stirring in her abdomen, and it certainly wasn't children kicking around in there. With little warning, she let out a long, high-pitched whiny fart. She giggled until the smell hit her, at which point she wrinkled up her nose and coughed. The smell was downright awful! Laughing, she ran a few steps away, checking to see if the air was any less stinky over this way. “Damn,” she said, realizing she'd managed to stick it up pretty bad, “Maybe we should vacate the premises?” Fox sure as hell wasn't going to stick around Stink Town.