Wild Berry Meadow lower a row boat and grab an oar

Sumac laughed again and turned to fully face Easy, his expression one of genuine warmth and pure joy. He forced his rump to the ground, fearing he'd float away otherwise. He cleared his throat, as he often did when he was trying to bring his mind back into focus.

"But, enough about me! What about you? How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do to help you out?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

He was fairly familiar with pregnancies, as his mother had gone through a few after 'Mac had come of age. It usually entailed her requiring extra care and more help accomplishing her routine tasks, as well as many physical changes. After the birth, 'Mac had been trained well enough to leave the den alone until the pups were old enough to wander about, lest he suffer his mother's hormonal, maternal wrath. 

A frown broke the gleeful cast of his face, and he studied Easy for a moment.

"I worry about you when I leave, you know. I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but... still... I worry," he admitted, wrapping his tail tightly around his haunches.