Stone Circle and a baby makes four

Movement first drew Day's dull eyes, quickly followed by the sound of Steady's voice. Day ducked down beside the waking alpha and bumped his nose against the dark, blurry figure in greeting as he lowered himself to the ground. He made himself as comfortable as he could, though his bones ached with weariness and his muscled were tense with worry.

"We're doing good - Glad we're finally home," he said with a sigh, laying his head down on his paws and relishing the moment of peace. "She's big as a moose, so it can't be too much longer 'fore she pops," he added, affectionately. Her size was beginning to worry him, in all honesty. A big family sounded swell to him, but realistically, he knew that a smaller litter would be better for the pack. At the end of the day, even one healthy little cub would be enough for Day.

"How are you doing?" he wondered. Day hadn't come to talk about his kids, after all, though it was a topic he'd happily persue once he'd made sure Steady was doing well.