Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

He continued to watch her anxiously as she spoke. When she touched her nose to his fur, he pressed closer, wanting to comfort her. She assured him nothing was wrong, and he supposed she could just be emotional, but he still worried a little. It's alright. You don't have to apologize, he said gently, unable to push the worry away completely. What about your pain? Is that better, or do you want me to continue? he asked. He risked a hesitant lick to her cheek, unable to stop himself. He didn't know if it was the puppies or the fact that she was all he really had now, but a small bud of tenderness grew in his stomach--it felt like more than just caring about the mother of his future children, but he was way too riddled with grief and guilt right now to really examine the feeling much. Instead, he just lingered near her cheek, waiting to see if she needed him to return to her stomach.