Bearclaw Valley A next Generation

Fading here.

It had seemed right to ask her first, just in case his hesitation had been off-putting. He didn't want to force her into anything she didn't want, even though it was quite clear what she wanted. He wondered, for a moment, if it was just her heat talking and driving her to act differently, but then ruled it to be a combination of that and her actual desires. Kove knew she wished to be a mother, she'd said so herself, and he wouldn't mind becoming a litter—even if there was a huge chance he would end up accidentally losing the children on occasion. Still, no matter what happened, they would still love one another, but starting a family seemed to truly seal the deal. The idea of it, anyways. The Inuit was uncertain, slightly, but not so much as to put off the inevitable any longer. He feared the possibility of unintentionally harming her, but his mind was slowly coming around to how low of a possibility that truly was.

“Alright,” he murmured to her, now both nervous and excited. The man drew himself closer to her, before he mounted her situated himself. Instincts told him what to do, as one's might often do. Not wanting to stress out his lover any further, he got to work with his man-thing, unknowingly planting the seed that would grow into what was known as parenthood.