Hideaway Strath A not so secret I need to tell you

He listened. Grouse and ribbit were fine. But she wanted a bison or deer.
He must've got that calculating look in his eye because she scolded him already, just for thinking about it!
He laughed softly, stretching his legs out to the side now. "I'll see what I can get for you my love."
Maybe they could get one of those elks. If they hadn't moved on too far yet.
He smiled, tail wagging. Yeah, they could possibly do that.

But this was some NEWS. Nyra and Charles? That weedy little yearling with the frosty jugganout? He shook his head, "I do not believe you," he grinned. He did, but he couldn't picture it - not that he wanted to picture the deed - but how the hell did that go down? He would've thought Hemlocke would see some action but...Charles?!?!?
"I won't believe you until they come out looking like him." He laughed again, resting his head back on his mate's swollen belly. Did she know he was desperately trying to hear or feel them? Probably not she would have teased him by now.
Would Nyra's kids be brown, or white, or both? Would they be big or small? Or something of a mixture too?
Gods, with Kynareths kid's running around he doubted they'd...last long.
The Saint's will have their hands full controlling the brindle's spawn. They could barely contain the matured male himself!

"Kynareth will want them trained as warriors and guardian's, y'know. I don't think it's a bad thing but..if that's something you don't want I can stop it."
He was probably scheming up some sort of training programme with Simmik and Nyra already. It would be good for them to learn to protect themselves and each other, but he didn't want them to not have other interests.
"They talk of war these days," he mused, looking to his mate. As the General, he'd be in charge of the training. And of leading the Blades into war. "With Ursus. Ky and Ny want them wiped out."