breakfast in bed

The days were flying by, Novella was rather large now, not making near as many trips from the den as she had in the beginning. Surely a little less than two weeks and their newest additions would be here. It was his turn to leave early, his mission breakfast for his heavily pregnant wife. He'd gone out with the intentions of finding a rabbit or two, but with the spring floodwaters retreating there were many an odd pool around the falls. Some of which held some rather delectable looking fish.

They were an easy catch, one a bass looking fish and the other clearly a catfish, both were somewhat large but he was still able to fit them in his mouth somehow. Eager to return with his prize the brute would trot back to the den that was quickly being prepared for little babies.

He'd squeeze back into the entrance, sure that if she hadn't found wakefulness yet the smell of the fish would do the trick. He'd let them slide form his mouth before moving to nuzzle her lovingly, awake or not.