Broken Boulder oh, give me a break already

he's not moving far from the den these days -- the children are undoubtably coming any day now, and for all his -- everything right now, he'll be damned if he isn't there for the birth. you can't arrive late to the birth of your own children.

you can, however, arrive third. delight, carrying a vole between his teeth, doesn't expect to see the wolfdog loitering outside the den -- a fair distance away, but close enough to make the androgyne bristle slightly, an instinctive reaction. but he can smell alarian, too, and so he forces himself to relax, giving ulf a quick nod as he climbs into the den, dropping the vole. "is it..?" he asks softly, glancing between the governor and queenie with wide eyes. there doesn't seem to be any birthing happening yet, but something in the air, a scent or an energy, makes delight think they're at the edge of that moment.