No Questions Asked

Scimitar had not strayed far from Bazi – and it had been noted by the male that Tryphon graciously remained close to her as well. The boy seemed intent to help her as required, and with the extra pair of eyes upon his mate, it allowed the Alpha to skirt the borders more, aiding his comrades in their defenses.
 
Today, a small squirrel hung limply form his jaws. It was not the most prized catch, but it was something, and he could only hope it would satiate his beloved’s hunger as the days of her birth drew nearer. His pace was quick – ample white paws carrying him to the fallen tree den when his eyes would fall upon a silver form, stumbling along the slope. He recognized the youth instantly the moment his bright eyes flashed upon the golden mask, and with worry, Scimitar dropped the meal and moved closer to inspect the boy, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge. “Tryphon?” It was not a walk that indicated he was well, and pulling his muzzle back, the Alpha took a moment to study him.