Moonspear the guardian

After the reprieve granted to go tend to her needs, she didn't exactly rush herself back. Not that she went far, but it was with a slow mosey that she aimed towards the den now that she was done. Knowing that Charon was on guard and that she trusted him to the highest degree of them all, she enjoyed the fresh air a few drawn out moments longer than necessary.

To the nearing sounds of puppies, her puppies, whining for her--she pricked up her ears and eventually felt the bothersome pang of maternal instinct dig deep into her skin. The last few strides were perhaps a touch wider than the rest, although she did still pause for a long sigh before meeting the entrance and their father at guard. But, once there at the threshold, she kept on the side of Charon opposite them, and chose to keep him as a barrier for now. She nudged against his nape with her snout and rumbled fondly. "All well?" she asked after a soft huff of a sigh as she readjusted to the darkness of the den and the sight of the litter to see for herself too.