A few days later and Red is settles in in her bed, curled up protectively around something round and fully wrapped up in her bedsheets, a few pillowcases and whatever else she could find quickly.
 
 
Silvara smiles at her from the doorway, “are you building a nest now? felt those urges come over you?”
 
 
Red looks up and smiles, “something like that.. I felt the eggs starting to push out and I realized I better keep them warm still..” and pets the mound in front

    

The sounds of feet pounding upon the earth filled the still night with a cacophony of breaking twigs and rustling leaves. The girl ran as fast as she could through the dark and perilous undergrowth, nearly slipping on every smooth rock and sharp branch she came across, and every footfall brought another stab of pain from the knife embedded in her stomach. The only thing that kept her going was pure, undiluted fear. She HAD to escape what

Boony
made a point of not avoiding eye contact with anyone. He held his
head high—not haughtily, he was just being careful not to hunch his
shoulders—and marched up the wet wooden steps, pointedly ignoring
the snickers coming from Chuba, Katty, and Alexis behind him. A
middle-aged, female pine marten on a corner landing ahead of him kept
glancing back, failing terribly at keeping her looks discreet. The
wolf just gave her a polite smile and lifted a leg, and the hefty
weight in front of it,