Redhawk Caldera Darlin', I will be loving you 'til we're 70

Just realized it's only about a month until babes. :o

Fox had been near the stream, taking a long, deep drink when she heard Peregrine's call. The expectant mother paused, licked the extra water on her upper lip, and then trotted back to the den. The sweet smell of a fresh kill quickened her pace, and she arrived to see Peregrine just outside the den with a rather content look upon his face. Grinning, the girl wagged her tail and nudged Peregrine's chin.

“You brought lunch!” With the sun shining bright overhead, it was sometimes easy to forget that there was still snow on the ground. Perhaps, in the next few turns of the moon, it would melt, bringing warmer weather and less worries for their children. The cold was a quick killer of children, and Fox knew the morbid reality of it. One of her own littermates had been lost before his first week.