Moonspear In a cloud of green

Harley knew very well how important his tending to her was, having the place she did in the pack. Dash was scented on her here and there, but it seemed the hybrid was the sole provider for Althaia. It didn't bother him, if anything it made their lives easier. If nobody knew about their secret mateship, they could lie low for a few more weeks. The stronger he could make her, the easier their escape would be, the less of a toll it would take on them both. 
The patched femme tore into the rabbit with ease, and thanked him. 
             "I promised I'd always help you, Althaia. I meant it."
Reaching down to bump his muzzle against her cheek gently, the hybrid man settled on his haunches parallel alongside her. 
                        "Plus it's my job as a mate to take care of you, even if I didn't strive for it anyway."