Sunspire Mountains Myotis

Tonravik did not know the answer to his rhetorical question, having again believed it to be literal. Did they? Who knew. Not her. It did nothing to dissuade her dismal thoughts on the matter... but the woman believed in herself enough to think all would be well in the end. As he licked at her head, she seemed to relax all the more. Yes. That was what she needed. The woman was tense in one million different ways; the journey had taken its toll on her. It would have been different were she not carrying an extra load; she was a well-traveled woman, all in all.

Sitting on them hadn't been a thought, but now that he mentioned it, it was a possibility. They would be small, wouldn't they. The alpha female grimaced, an expression he may not be able to see due to the way that they lay. As for how he could help them? "Feed me." She did not mean then and there, but throughout; in nourishing her, she could do the same for her cubs. Tonravik leaned more into her mate, and thought it a good time to take a quick snooze. The woman hoped her body trapped him into not moving at all; he was incredibly comfortable.