Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

Amber seemed happy enough to remain with him, so Day continued his grooming, smoothing down the fur on her neck where a love bite had ruffled it, or discretely cleaning up a bit of drool that may or may not have come from his mouth. (He swept his tongue over his muzzle, too, at that point. Better safe than sorry.) The smell of her still stirred him up inside, but he was too tired to give in to the carnal urgings again so soon. For now, he was content to simply lie with her and enjoy the warmth of another wolf at his side.

Her question startled him - "Of course," he said at once, a bit defensive in the knee-jerk response. As soon as the words left his mouth, though, he tried to soften them for his kind-eyed lover. He laid back and tipped his head toward the woman, nudging her chin with his nose. "Cubs are - more than anything," he said, stumbling over the words in his haste to reassure her. "I've always wanted a family," he explained, though he was unwilling to tell her the whole story of that endeavor. "I'll check in with you in a few weeks to see. Just give me a bit more to go by - you said Silver Creek. Where is that, exactly?"

He did not consider that her feelings might be hurt by his unwillingness to remain with her if she did not bear his children. In his mind, it seemed silly to abandon his own pack for a stranger unless he was sure his brood lived within her. Adeline was at Silvertip, after all, and Day still had a job to do.