Noctisardor Bypass Motherhood pretrials

Mawk rose from where he lay inside the Medio den the moment he heard the call. Lately he had tried to respond to his mates calls every time he heard one (which he had been doing anyway, or trying to do) and checking on her even more often. When he arrived, the wolfdog smiled. "See you've found a den." He stuck his head inside, already liking it. "Looks pretty comfortable in there," he added, turning to meet Cebra's eyes. Her eyes never failed to amaze him, but neither did she - she never did. She was beautiful. He held her gaze with such a passion - he cared so much for her. He had never expected to feel like this for someone.

"I love it," he spoke again, finally breaking the spell by looking at the den once more. He added his own mark, then, and looked out at the horizon. "So this is it, then? This is where we'll be raising them?" He closed his eyes as a cool breeze swept passed, then turned his head to look at his wife again.