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

Haha, this happy thread. I AM SORRY, FUTURE PERRY AND FOX.

Fox stuck out her tongue, then wondered how huge she would really get. Would it impair her ability to move around like she normally did? Sure, she'd seen pregnant wolves in her time, but she'd never been terribly close to one, and seeing and actually being were two very different things. She only hoped that she'd still be able to get up and take a shit on her own. Wouldn't that be demeaning if she couldn't even perform basic, bodily functions without assistance?

Having nearly forgotten about the kill, Fox went to town on it, ripping the pieces from the bone and devouring them with little thought. It was filling, though she hungered for more. After awhile, though, she'd grown used to smaller meals, and she'd learned that eating beyond capacity often led her to chucking back up her previous meals. It wasn't a pleasant sight, and it wasn't particularly fun, either. Between bites, she answered, “I always called mine ‘Mum,’ but that’s only because that’s what my dad always said. If you wanna call me ‘Mama,’ that’d be fine by me.” It made more sense for Peregrine to pick her name, and for her to pick his. Maybe she'd call him "Big Butt" just for laughs!