Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Dakarai had almost spoken up again, but then the Woman who had called them answered his question. It wasn't directly at him, though he preferred it that way so that the attention didn't shift to him and make him feel awkward. Eyes flicked up with interest as the reason was stated to be the talk of culture, possibly stories shared? He knew very little about the culture or what the religion even was here, but what he picked up from around the pack was some goddess that stood for sex, violence and various other assorted dark or semi dark things. He dipped his head in response to her comment about courage and let his attention slowly drift to a white female, who had risen to her paws, and began to speak.  Ah...more pups? This pack must be very strong.. he thought, blue eyes studying her as she announced her expected due date. "Congratulations..uh..Miss" he said, his voice's volume somewhere between a whisper and what his mother used to call "In-den voice". The sound of it was quiet for the most part and his eyes looked back down at the ground for a moment.