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The cold reminded him of his home--something he didn't often think about, but as he made his way back to the den against the frigid wind and snow, he couldn't help but be reminded of the winters back home. He held another hare between his teeth, a little disappointed to be bringing Alessia yet another one of the small beasts. He had tracked a herd of deer for most of the day, hoping to find some kind of opportunity for one large wolf to be successful, but he had no luck and settled for the large rabbit that caught his attention just has he had decided to abandon his deer task. 

He entered the den, gaze immediately finding Alessia's shaking form in the corner. Setting the hare down for a moment, he stood in the entrance and shook the snow from his thick coat, careful not to fling any onto his shivering mate. He grasped the creature between his teeth once more and moved towards Alessia and after checking for her nausea tells and not seeing any, he set the meal near her front paws. His eyes lingered on her slightly-rounded abdomen like it had multiple times a day since he had first noticed it. His guilt still remained strong regarding her pregnancy, but he couldn't help the flicker of anticipation at seeing the evidence of their growing children inside her. 

You're cold, he stated worriedly, lying down in front of her so that he could block any wind that manged to find it's way into the den. I can help if you want, he added softly, implying that she could come closer if she wished.