Ruminations and Inard Kicking

Surreal smiled, tail wagging as he commented on her obvious pregnancy. "Dara bruscar, freisin. Tá mé trí leanaí eile. Cén chaoi a bhfuil éirigh tú ó bhuail muid?" She asked, head cocking to the side. His answer to her greeting answered both quite well, and she nodded.

"Beidh an bruscar a rugadh go han-luath. Roimh an chéad sneachta, creidim. Agus b'fhéidir go mbeidh mé mo phacáiste cruthaithe ag an Earraigh. B'fhéidir túisce. Slí amháin nó slí, beidh mé sásta a fháil go rollta cloch."

She noted the movement of his eyes to her belly again, her tail sweeping the ground in answer to the question. "Mo maité, Falk. Tá sé an athar mo bruscair roimhe seo, chomh maith." The warmth in her tone spoke of her love for the russet male, and the affection for her children, both those born already, and those waiting to arrive. Her eyes drifted to the surroundings, a happy glint lighting them. This litter would be born where they belonged.

"Fáilte go dtí Vericona Plains, dála an scéil. An míolra a bhí squatting ar an talamh a bheith maidhm. Athghinte muid an áit seo níos luaithe an fómhar seo." Her head lifted a fraction, her happiness to be home welling up. It never got old, being back on her home turf. She could be doing so mundane a thing as taking a nap and the joy would overtake her. She was home. It made her want to run and leap, but being as late in term as she was, that would be rather difficult to accomplish.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think