The Sentinels Time to take a little from this world we're given

Dante was happy Osprey had returned without harm and thrilled to have her sleeping beside him again, however broken a sleep that might be. It had become increasingly obvious in the time after she returned they would indeed likely be parents in a few short months.

He was nervous with her nausea and he'd be lying if past events didn't have him a bit freaked.  It would only grow worse as time went on.  Pregnancy was a dangerous thing.

All he could do was try to provide and wait. 

There was definitely excitement too.  A deep, thrilling joy at the thought of being a father along with the terrified notion he might completely fail at it.  He hadn't spoken much with his mate about any of this, wanting to sort out his own thoughts before troubling her with them.  But there was at least one conversation he wished to have, perhaps once the time came a little closer.

This was what he thought about as he walked along the stream's edge, keeping an eye out for any small critters.  He paused and bent down to take a long drink, then raised his head.  Licking water from his muzzle, he glanced at the branches above.  Spring was definitely in the air.