Redhawk Caldera soup

"A little warning, don't seek them out until after it's over. Peregrine almost attempted to kill me before he realized it was me when I brought some food for their cache."

Grimm grimaced and nodded - that kind of mating behaviour wasn't unusual. It certainly explained the tense state of limbo that the pack seemed to be in, waiting for the Alpha pair's bits to come to some kind of agreement. Fox would balloon, want nothing more to do with her horny mate, and things would be relatively normal again until the whelps popped out. It was good news for the pack, but Grimm wasn't particularly thrilled; puppies were hard work, and demanded huge amounts of attention from every single member of the pack. For at least six months, their care would be top priority.

Grimm sat down, wrapping her tail around her white hind leg. "I'll steer clear of of Small 'n' Orange and her baby-daddy until she's definitely preggers, then.. is this her first lot? My brothers' mates went totally nuts for the first few weeks. One of them puked every time she smelled acorns, and the other one became totally obsessed with poop - she would squirrel it away and eat it when she thought I wasn't looking. It was so gross."