Swiftcurrent Creek your kiss, my cheek—i watched you leave

He had expected the tears—he had also expected them to rock him to his very core the moment they even welled in her pretty eyes. What he hadn’t expected was for her to still choose him—to axe a part of her dreams that he had realized upon almost their very first meeting that she strived for. Pups were what she had felt would complete her—

—how could she possibly believe he could fulfill that want instead, without giving her what she had ached for, for so long?

“Eshe,” his voice hitched—he scooted closer, forelimb lifting to grasp at her and pull her to him—to tuck her into his chest and front. “Eshe I don’t want you to give up your dreams,” he whispered hoarsely, his mouth next to her ear, trying so desperately to soothe the ache he had placed upon her so instantaneously. “And I… I’ve failed so spectacularly at parenting before I just… Eshe you deserve the damn world.”