Moonspear crazy hormonal fat whale

The last thing that Charon wanted was for Ame to end up like Dhole, tearing away from the grasp of his teeth as she told him that things were over and that she was leaving. He wasn't really sure what Flóki had done wrong, as he had meant to ask him that (but it was kind of a difficult question to pose as you couldn't just say it like that), and neither was he sure if Amekaze's situation was the same. Dhole was a precious little flower that you couldn't even stand on once or it'd die and all the petals fell off. But Ame... She was like a flower made of glass, where you would only hurt your own feet if you stood upon it, and she didn't break that easily, did she?

He glanced at her in thought as he followed the trail, staying close but never so close that he could touch her, afraid she would shy away. He stopped when she stopped and leaned down to take a quick sip from the waters. It tasted funny, slightly salty and rocky, and yet also more pure than he had tasted before. He licked his lips when he felt Amekaze come up beside him. The touch sent an odd tingle down his spine, especially because it had seemed so long ago since they had touched. He had felt the longing before, but he was so afraid to push her away.

This place brought some sort of tranquility though, a place away from those kind of worries. He remembered how he had responded when she said she thought to be pregnant, a thing that was even more visible now. He wanted to tell her that he was excited for them, that he would give them anything they needed and wanted, be a good father — perhaps even that it didn't matter who would be the real father, because nobody would know about Lazarus, and no matter if they all had his face, Charon would know that he was their father.

But none of those words were shared and instead her gesture was met with one of his own as he placed his throat on her neck. He lifted a paw to bat gently against her legs and moved his nose so that he could allow his tongue to roll out and touch her ear, hoping it was the kind of gesture she was looking for and that he wasn't overstepping any invisible mates-who-were-assaulted boundaries here.