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Gunmar is hiding

Mace and Marcy were looking for him, they both agreed on something, bathe Gunmar and they will do a deep cleaning on him.

She growled at mace, he sighed before making his way over. Once there he quickly tied harness around his chest before yanking the leash. Dragging their husband out of the horde.

Gunmar kicked and bucked beneath Marcy, snarling.

Gunmar went silent and sullen, then went limp. Dead weight.

Gunmar is hiding

Margie went to search for him. “Gunmar? Hon, where are you?” She called.

He snickers, as well as the children gathered under him. He IS their hiding place, hunched over them like a mother hen on all fours.

Margie noticed and tilted her head. “What are you guys doing?” She cooed.

"Some whelps have gone missing!" Gunmar exclaimed, much to a series of giggles and snickers from under him. "I just can't seem to find them!"

Margie giggled. “Hon, they’re right underneath you!” She pointed underneath him, raising a brow.

Gunmar suddenly roared and dove for the children. They scattered, half-fleeing in good-natured terror. Gunmar swiped at them as they passed, letting them escape 'just barely.'

Margie busted out laughing. “I had no idea you were great with kids!” She exclaimed. “That’s adorable!”

"The young are the heartblood of the tribe. It's good to help keep them sharp." Gunmar said, "They're training. They just don't know it yet."

Margie nodded in understanding, then a thought came to her mind. “What if we had kids? I don’t mean right now, I just mean in general.”

"I need a mate who wants to be a parent as badly as I do. I want a small army of children." Gunmar admitted.

“I’ve always wanted to experience pregnancy.” Margie admitted as well. “It’s such a beautiful fascinating thing! I don’t understand those people who refuse to have children. Isn’t it the Gods’ will to bless you with kids?”

Gunmar is hiding

Mace and Marcy were looking for him, they both agreed on something, bathe Gunmar and they will do a deep cleaning on him.

She growled at mace, he sighed before making his way over. Once there he quickly tied harness around his chest before yanking the leash. Dragging their husband out of the horde.

Gunmar kicked and bucked beneath Marcy, snarling.

Gunmar is hiding

Margie went to search for him. “Gunmar? Hon, where are you?” She called.

He snickers, as well as the children gathered under him. He IS their hiding place, hunched over them like a mother hen on all fours.

Margie noticed and tilted her head. “What are you guys doing?” She cooed.

"Some whelps have gone missing!" Gunmar exclaimed, much to a series of giggles and snickers from under him. "I just can't seem to find them!"

Margie giggled. “Hon, they’re right underneath you!” She pointed underneath him, raising a brow.

Gunmar suddenly roared and dove for the children. They scattered, half-fleeing in good-natured terror. Gunmar swiped at them as they passed, letting them escape 'just barely.'

Margie busted out laughing. “I had no idea you were great with kids!” She exclaimed. “That’s adorable!”

"The young are the heartblood of the tribe. It's good to help keep them sharp." Gunmar said, "They're training. They just don't know it yet."

Margie nodded in understanding, then a thought came to her mind. “What if we had kids? I don’t mean right now, I just mean in general.”

"I need a mate who wants to be a parent as badly as I do. I want a small army of children." Gunmar admitted.

"Lady Ruby," Pudd said, "I need you to feel around Jess' belly, can you feel the baby?"

Gunmar is hiding

Mace and Marcy were looking for him, they both agreed on something, bathe Gunmar and they will do a deep cleaning on him.

She growled at mace, he sighed before making his way over. Once there he quickly tied harness around his chest before yanking the leash. Dragging their husband out of the horde.

Gunmar kicked and bucked beneath Marcy, snarling.

Gunmar is hiding

Margie went to search for him. “Gunmar? Hon, where are you?” She called.

He snickers, as well as the children gathered under him. He IS their hiding place, hunched over them like a mother hen on all fours.

Margie noticed and tilted her head. “What are you guys doing?” She cooed.

"Some whelps have gone missing!" Gunmar exclaimed, much to a series of giggles and snickers from under him. "I just can't seem to find them!"

Margie giggled. “Hon, they’re right underneath you!” She pointed underneath him, raising a brow.

Gunmar suddenly roared and dove for the children. They scattered, half-fleeing in good-natured terror. Gunmar swiped at them as they passed, letting them escape 'just barely.'

Margie busted out laughing. “I had no idea you were great with kids!” She exclaimed. “That’s adorable!”

"The young are the heartblood of the tribe. It's good to help keep them sharp." Gunmar said, "They're training. They just don't know it yet."

Gunmar is hiding

Margie went to search for him. “Gunmar? Hon, where are you?” She called.

He snickers, as well as the children gathered under him. He IS their hiding place, hunched over them like a mother hen on all fours.

Margie noticed and tilted her head. “What are you guys doing?” She cooed.

"Some whelps have gone missing!" Gunmar exclaimed, much to a series of giggles and snickers from under him. "I just can't seem to find them!"

Margie giggled. “Hon, they’re right underneath you!” She pointed underneath him, raising a brow.

Gunmar suddenly roared and dove for the children. They scattered, half-fleeing in good-natured terror. Gunmar swiped at them as they passed, letting them escape 'just barely.'