Morningside Cuesta well we can't call it pup; it needs a name

He felt anxious and awkward, lying outside the den this way. He could hear the tiny peeps and squawks of his children, and it killed him to have them out of his sight. He'd dreamed, once, that Khoe had taken them away as soon as they were born, and that he'd been unable to see or smell them through the rain, but could hear them calling out for them in their tiny little voices.

As soon as the summons reached his ears, the male was back on his paws, padding tentatively into the den. No matter how he strained them, his eyes could not make out much of his children in the dark, and so he looked instead to the luminous green of his mate's gaze.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice hushed so he wouldn't disturb the pups.