Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

This was why she had picked him.

She did not yearn to romance him and lull him into something whimsical. Even if often times his care felt borderline whimsical. He was a provider, a strength to her and the now (hopefully) growing life within. She cannot deny it.

Hunt. She offered softly. Hunt. Together. Furs.

Her tail thumped upon the earth and she reached for his tufts of black and silver with needy teeth.