Hushed Willows Mythic

She reacted strangely, at first smiling before her expression contorted to accommodate a feeling he could not identify with. He watched her, his expression barely remaining neutral over the margin of concern he was experiencing, but was glad to acquiesce to her wish for rest. He made a small noise in his throat, leading her beneath the cradling boughs of the nearest willow, and then settled down at its base, watching the pregnant she-wolf without expectation. When she has settled into her chosen position, he perks his ears, wondering if she will express any hunger, but the moment passed in silence, leaving him to relax enough to speak casually instead.

"Would you consider leading again, after your children are weened?" he asked, watching her with a hooded gaze.