Phoenix Maplewood I don't have the right to ask where you go at night

Her nose brushed his shoulder and his own nuzzled the base of a copper ear. Her comment pulled his gaze toward her belly. "Don't think you have to wait too much longer," he murmured. He had no experienced, but she appeared to him swelled to capacity, and he could not imagine she had far to go.

"Do you have a den... I mean, is there anything I can do for you?" He asked tentatively with a cant of his head. For all his love of puppies, he had zero experience to draw from when it came to these things. He simply wanted to be there for her, to help where he could, although the thought of whose pups she bared put a sour taste in his mouth. If only he had come from her sooner... but no, he had to force himself to focus on what was now.