Blackfeather Woods Ghost of Blackfeather Woods, There and Back Again

He continued his affections, rubbing his side against hers. "Can I do anything for you? Are you hungry? Have you been safe? Any troubles with Ohen? Or any of the others?" Grim's hair slightly bristled at the mention of the male's name. He still had a fight to pick with that one. You can't fight anymore, a voice corrected him. He snarled at it internally, brushing it aside. "Would you like to lay back down, or would you rather go for a walk?" He was perhaps a little too eager to please his lover. But it was all with the best intentions. Grim wants everything for her. If he could, he would do it all in a single moment. Whatever she needed or wanted, it didn't matter to him. She deserved it. He pushed his nose to her belly, hoping to feel the pups inside. A smile touched his muzzled when something kicked at him.