Redtail Rise wetfish

He had seen such a rounding in a body before.

It was a needless detail to share, that the vixen would have given more come warm days. Perhaps sooner. Yet he knows that surely it fought hard, knowing it carried life. Now the pale girl carried marks of it.

Lilia was quick to fill in all little details.

His nostrils flared in inspection and protection. Then softly he nipped at Lilia's crown, content to keep her close to him while he appraised the young girl who had come to them as a hunter — or did she mean to be a warrior?

The detail of the gift's pregnancy riles again and in it he sees a test.

Is she a guilty hunter and killer? Does she accept fate for what it is?

It is fat with life. Pregnant. Was, I suppose.