We made these

He chuckled breathlessly, pulling her tighter against him as he lowered her back against the cave floor. Pushing into her again and again, until he was spent. He propped himself gently beside her, pulling her into his embrace. He moved a paw gently, almost absently, through her fur. His. She was his.

Thoughts of their children started to creep back in, but he wasn’t quite ready to give up this freedom, this alone time with Ignita. Not yet. “You will take the pregnancy herbs, my love. I command it.” The tea would be her burden to drink. Possibly forever. That might be a battle he would have with her in the future. But hopefully the idea of another litter would be somewhere in the distance for now. A fight for another day.