Thunder Dome no turning back...

Beli've me, if I start ta 'ave problems, yer ears be knowin' it. I ain't a la'y tha' knows how ta shut me muzzle. 

Her side rested against his, nuzzling into his fur. It won't be long now, I feel. Just a bi' moar. Ten we be parents. Odd thought, eh? Ne'er though' I'd even want a mate, le' 'lone pups. Too much of a loner streak, Gran called it. 

She went quiet for a moment, resting. 

E'er wonder what grá means? I 'ear ya sayin' it af'er I star'ed callin' ya i'.