Redhawk Caldera throw a log on the fire

Gasp! No active @Peregrine thread? This takes place tomorrow, when Fox is slightly less of a bitch. ;)

Satisfied was a word that accurately described how Fox was currently feeling. The past week had been spent in her lover's embrace, and hopefully all the coupling they had done would result in a dozen (or so) children. Of course, all that coupling had meant that Fox had been downright starving by the end of it. Even at the feast, she hadn't really had time to eat anything, considering Peregrine was pumping his load into her in front of everybody. Not that she was complaining, of course. It was the only week out of the year he'd be allowed to do that, though.

Fox had spent the morning gorging herself on whatever caches she could find, stuffing her face full of whatever meat had been stored there. When she finally felt her belly aching from too much food, she retired to the den, foodbabies and all. If everything had gone according to plan, she'd have actual babies in there as well. She touched her abdomen with her nose, wondering how they were doing in there. Although she didn't know it, they were just floating around trying to figure out which cells to split and which to keep together. Science is cool.