Swiftcurrent Creek Together we're lost in a dream.

Where Durnehviir held a nervous excitement, Constantine was silently protective and apprehensive. He was never far from her side – enclosing her in his warmth as they lay in wait, trying to coax names from her as the time passed by, hoping to keep her mind from the pain. It worked for some time, but soon his beloved began to pace, and in turn, he did as well, every so often his nose snaking out to gingerly brush against her in reassurance. It was a hopeless feeling, watching her work through the pain and being unable to do anything about it – and feeling wholly responsible for it. He had been the one to impregnate her, after all.
 
Sliding his tongue across his inked lips, only when Durnehviir settle in to the seclusion of their den, requesting to be alone, did a gentle whine emit from him. He crept after her, met with a flash of teeth and a warning snarl that mingled with pain, enough to stir him backward and out of her grasp.
 
With his ears slick upon his skull, the shadowrunner slid his stocky form to the cold ground outside of the whelping den, his eyes intense upon the entrance as he awaited any noise, any sign that his mate would be okay. There was movement – whispering, and the gentle lap of tongue upon flesh, and he felt a swell of uncertainty. In this moment, everything was about to change.