Silvertip Mountain Cumbersome times

This charade was getting tiresome now. FitzDutiful had been deliberately avoiding Bindi and he was sick of it. Unless he was seeking her out for official pack duty tasks he was avoiding going anywhere near her scent. He didn't dare go back to his den with even the slightest smell of Bindi upon him in case Raissa accused him of cheating and waltzed off again. Today, he had excused himself from her presence to go hunting and find them all some food.

Time said that there was two weeks to go until the pups would arrive. Raissa had explained that April 14th was likely the earliest they would arrive and yet he was sure he would go crazy before then. He was doing very well with the entire situation. He rarely thought about the situation that was occurring - most of the time he spoke the truth about what he wished for and what he wanted. If he disagreed with the statement he didn't speak, just smiling at her, feeling the love for the children that she carried as he did so. This was for them and it was worth it.

And so he trekked across the mountainside, looking for anything that would feed him and his family.