He sat at the water's edge washing clothes carefully. His beloved in the sleep chamber resting after a morning or passion, they were always loving and sweet. It happened now about once or twice a week. He scrubbed mud from his pants and smiled wiping his brow, the room was unusually warm. It would be a good day to stay in. The outside must be blistering.<br/><br/>He heard the soft paws of his mate running at him, turning just intime to catch her. He pulls her close and listens. His smile vamished and he gulps audiably...<span style="font-style: italic"> oh shit.... if she is .... im in deep shit... ok maybe not so bad... i can handle this... yeah... Ill test her soon....</span>"Here ..." he picks her up and goes about three yards up a slight incline in the back of the chamber where a small plot of green grew... this was a place she could get sick. He had grabbed a cool rag and held her tight rubbing her tummy lightly...<span style="font-style: italic"> please.... please.... if any... just be one...</span>he thinks waiting for the inevitable.