Redhawk Caldera Chili sauce shooter

She blatantly pointed out their size and Peregrine took another look. "They are? They are!" he said in a single breath. He fell silent when she pointed out the thinning hair too. He was about to make a joke about her balding belly when something clicked in his head. Even as he realized what all this meant, she said it out loud. There were babies in there; they were pregnant!

Peregrine felt a rush of excitement and, forgetting all about his smelly fur, clutched at Fox and pulled her into a celebratory hug. "Aw yiss, we're preggo!" he shouted, his voice echoing quite loudly off the caldera's rocky facets. "How do we know? Her nips are fat and balding!" Grinning foolishly, he planted a kiss on her cheek.

Suddenly, he remembered himself and gasped quietly, pushing away from his mate. "Oh shit! Is it already too late? Did I stink bomb you?" Had he just poisoned their tiny fetuses? Recognizing that fear as ridiculous, Peregrine pushed it away. Still, he looked at her apprehensively. Maybe this meant he wouldn't have to isolate himself anymore. Perhaps he and Fox could revel in their mutual stank.