Honeyed Pasture bol, radha, bol

Her sides were not as round as some of the other pregnant wolves she'd seen in her time here on this earth, but the girth was there if you looked for it. She carried the excess weight well, despite her age. Whoever was taking up residence in her abdomen had been pleasant, to say the least. Her pregnancy had been uneventful. Easy, even. She'd still been able to hunt for herself, care for herself, and even dig out a little nest for the new lives that were surely on their way here.

Ty had to be prepared for the next few weeks if she planned to do this alone. And so far, that was looking like the most likely outcome. In fact, she was finishing up burying a cache of food nearby the den when she heard footsteps. She smelled him before she turned around to see him.

Ah, if it isn't Casanova, she said, a smile tugging at her cheeks. Her fur was smoother and softer than it had been last time they'd met, no doubt a symptom of her pregnancy, but by and by, she looked quite similar—save for her slightly ballooned belly.