Tick Tick BOOM

Motif would relief to her half rebuke, and she sniffed, a sad gesture, not a judging one as she fought against her hormones. She breathed, attempting to let her anger out with her exhale. It was hard not to feel the sting of rejection, she had been pregnant for months now, just over two in fact and in that time she had seen her brother two, maybe three times. They lived in the same pack, only a short walk from his den, it would have been nice if he could have stuck his head in and said hello a few times. She cooled herself, and tried to think of it from his side – the stress he must have gone through with his own wife pregnant, and Motif and Venus no longer able to fitful their high ranks for the period of their pregnancy.

Bass would tread slowly into the lines den, keeping her in his line of sight at all times and not straying too far from his bolt hole. She grinned ruefully at that, the temptation to bite his toes wasn't that visible in her expression, was it? He would tease her then, a new nickname teasing out of his tongue, and it would be clear from her expression that this made her whole day. He would scoot closer and she would nuzzle against him lovingly, until he spoke again. She made a noise of disgust at his question. “I'm going to pop Bass, today, tomorrow, maybe the next day, but these mountain pups are about to explode out of my side” she complained. “We should swap, you get to be the pregnant female I get to be the male” she added in a grumble.

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