Just you and me, baby

She closed her eyes at the feel of his massive paw over the gentle movement. They were more than the flutterings of a few days ago. She hummed in agreement as he promised how they would protect them.

She ran a pad over the arm that ensnared hers, softly shifting the fur over it. She had missed his scent and warmth more than anything. How she had spent so much of her youth without him she couldn't even imagine now. She opened her eyes to softly gaze at his sunken azures, she had not missed the scent of Yara on him. She chose to simply assume that the slave had been kept close to him while he was sick, ignoring the flare of a new cloying emotion writhing between her ribs. She smiled at his question.

"How many? My love you know that if I could find out I would. With how many times you filled me-" and she flicked a gentle claw over his nose, "-surely there's a whole pack within me now." She chuckled at her little joke. A few tiny wriggles within responded to her joy, pushing against his jaw. It was the first time she felt truly relaxed since the first day of the blight.

"Speech"