Whitebark Stream The final destination of our long journey.

she laughs at the hopeful arch of his brow, the gently poking nature of his words. "I did finally take a bath -- thanks for noticing," she offers, setting the sprig down at her paws. ears flick in mirth as she shifts onto her side, peering down at her stomach. the slight swelling could be a result of the recent hunt, the fading of the famine. yet somehow, she knows differently. 

"I think we might need a bigger den, soon." she admits, unable to keep the smile from her muzzle. in a week, two, it will be obvious, and certain, though her doubts are fast faded, now.