[PRP] Puppy Pound [ Cinnamon Roll / Bitter End ]

[Jun D]

Cinnamon Roll bounded through the marsh, playing an exuberant game of catch with no target. Rather faster than she was used to, she got too tired to continue. She flopped onto the nearest bank, tongue out and lapping at the water, then rolled over onto her back, staring up into the canopy.

Lately, Cinnamon Roll had been feeling more rotund than usual.  

[Maxx D]

She knew she was pregnant. Watching the doe gambol and bound about, though, she wasn't sure the doe herself knew. With her at the water, it seemed easy enough to float up and n** at her ears - but with a doe like this, and what happened the last time she tried to scare a pregnant doe, it might not be a good idea.

Instead, Bitter End floated nearer to her sweet, trusting head near the bank, and rose like a particularly sentient caiman. Her scaled snout kissed the top of her innocent head.

I hope this works out for you, she thought, floating away. Seriously.  

[Jun D]

It was an alligator. (It really wasn't.)

Cinnamon Roll had heard many gruesome stories about alligators. They ate Kin. This one had only tasted her, and didn't seem to like it - but what if it liked how the next Kin tasted?! She would have to catch it. She sprang to her hooves and scampered into the water as the caiman bobbed away - throwing herself forward with a spurt of speed, she clamped her jaws down around the scaly tail.