Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

No reply came from the depth of her den. Only the mewing of a few different voices which he could not associate when any of the numbers she'd given them. Was that Malrok? Or Sitamut? His ears lowered for a moment, curious before he craned them forward to see if he might possibly be able to ear any more from inside. Were they eating? Were they squirming? Oh god. Had she sat on one of them already?

He paced out of both excitedness and nervousness. The puppies were here. Four of them. Four boys. One day, this pack would be swimming in testosterone, but until then he had four children to train to be strong young males. Well... just kidding. For now all he could do was tend to his mate and see to it that she had all she needed to get them through the beginning stages of life. Oh how he wanted to charge in there and help with that, but as was true to his gender his role was out here. He was their first line of fangs and defense. He could do that.

He could also see to it that their mother was fed. He shifted from the mouth of the cave towards the stockpile of creatures he'd collected in his own anxiousness during the birthing process. One by one he shifted each corpse from the outside to just inside the corners of their den so they might be easily accessible when Tonravik found within her the energy to move once more. Satisfied with this, he moved, lowering his body to lay just outside the entrance of the birthing den to listen not only to the wilds, but the coos of the little ones just inside.