Sawtooth Spire Lasiurus

Her lively tail alleviated reservations in interrupting her time alone. Being holed up in a den for weeks, she like has not had a moment to herself. Why she did not let Iqniq pup sit, Kapvik did not know. Right now, it was a consideration he did not voice, rapt by her intimacy, her warmth, her attentions. Tonravik's iron-handed ways frazzled him yet he submitted all the same. It was a custom that he was growing accustomed to in her presence.
INDENTDraping a forelimb over him, Kapvik went rigid. This physical nihility between their bodies did not bother him, but the proximity of her jowls to his visage did. The Delta allowed it if only because she did too. Imbibing the arcanum of her absence, he paused to treasure the scents of her cubs. Four, all male, and robust. His fluffiest appendage thudded erratically against the earth, overjoyed. Kanik spoke of the cubs when they first met, although he seemed more concerned with the mother's wellness. This was a sentiment they shared. Kapvik's concern was never for just the pups. To say he did not fret over the she-bear's well being was out of true.
INDENTThe rhapsodic thudding stopped upon smelling Iqniq. Rather than get all huffy, he licked at that specific spot lazily. Yes, yes, that whole spat was still A Thing. It would resolve itself sooner or later. For now, he was abated. Nudging her shoulder, he rumbled a question: when can we see the pups? It was nice to see her and all but he urgently wanted to interact with them.