"Let's have a baby," Wēn Jìng said warmly, as if she had just suggested a pleasant picnic rather than the most terrifying experience of Bai Yue's entire existence.
Bai Yue wanted to respond with something witty, something brave, something that would show these people that she was the fierce Feral Mama who had fought hydras and faced down dragons.
Instead, another contraction hit, and all that came out was: "AAAAAAAARGH."
"That's it!" Gū Gū barked, brandishing her stick like a general's sword. "Everyone MOVE! We need a hut! We need hot water! We need clean cloths! We need—"
"My hut," Han Shān's voice cut through the chaos. The Snow Leopard Alpha was already moving, his massive frame creating a path through the panicking crowd. "It's the largest. The warmest. I prepared it."
Bai Yue, doubled over and breathing like a dying steam engine, still managed to look up at him. "You... prepared... a hut?"
Han Shān's ears went pink. "Weeks ago. Just in case."
