Dragoncrest Cliffs Merry ground

She couldn't explain, even to herself, the confidence she felt in her own womb. Wildfire didn't bother questioning it, either. With a smile on her face, she gently groomed her abdomen, smoothing her tongue over the fine red hairs that thinned near her belly. She was just about to sit up a little and hike a leg into the air to give her delicate bits a once-over when she heard footsteps and glanced up to see Portia.

Assuming a much more ladylike pose—she sat up on her haunches, black tail curled around her hip like a scarf—the Bandrona positively beamed at the Fisa. "I feel wonderful," she veritably breathed, chestnut eyes sparkling. "How about you?" she asked with genuine interest and delight in her voice, suddenly bounding onto her sprightly feet and moving forward to nudge Portia's neck, then inspect her midsection.