Sunspire Mountains Myotis

His teeth worked gently at her ear. Briefly, he remembered her impatient efforts at tearing the knots from his own fur, but he held enough patience to work over them with slow precision. He licked where necessary and used his teeth to gradually pull the tangles from her fur. It was... something of a therapeutic motion for him and one of the few offerings he could give her to ease her discomfort. The pups were coming soon, he knew. Her level of discomfort would soon ease to be replaced by other things.

"Is anyone ever sure?" he asked. He didn't know any wolf who was completely prepared for parenthood. No amount of advice or teaching or learning by example could train them to be excellent parents. They could only do as they felt led, learn from their mistakes, and take each day one at a time.

Truth be told, he was just as uneasy about everything. He wanted to be a good father for these pups as opposed to the absentee dad he'd likely been to a number of bastard children. Here and now? He was committed, wholly and truly, but he did not express his discomfort. Confidence could be contagious, so here and now he'd hold his thoughts close to himself.

He licked the flat of her head and ran soft teeth over the edge of one of her ears. "Don't sit on them and you'll be fine." Or roll over on them. Or forget how large she'd be in comparison to fragile lives. "And let me know if there's anything I can do to help you help them." He'd be near. He'd be watching. He'd be waiting for the day when he could finally meet them, but until then he'd be attentive, supportive, and their first wall of protection.