Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

She finds herself calming again quickly as Kavik presses closer and reassures her, blinking away her tears and releasing a soft breath at his question. I feel better now, She murmurs, closing her eyes as he licks her cheek. It's only partially true, but she's not certain she can stand him touching her like that anymore. The thought sends a shiver of revulsion down her spine and she turns her face away slightly, silent for a moment.
What if we both come up with two names? Four should be enough, She suggests, pausing a beat before adding with a slight grimace: If we have more than four, we'll revisit the numbers idea. Though there is humor to her tone, there is a hint of anxiety, too. She's more afraid of a large litter than she wants to admit, uncertain how her body would handle such a burden. Perhaps she'll find out soon; there is little to do now but wait, and she finds this one of the most agonizing truths to accept.