Lost Creek Hollow One reason

terance had been out patrolling earlier in the day with @Rannoch, who asked as many questions about terrance and treason's future litter as terance would entertain... though, for the most part, terance was pretty bland in his answers, so rannoch would catch on that it was really hot topic to terance and the conversation would shift to other things. more guy talk, since terance was trying really hard nowadays not to fall into the rapid waters that his hopeless romantic side was. whether he was protecting himself or had genuinely changed as a wolf had yet to be discovered. 

either way, terance and rannoch discussed some of the northern caches (and a certain vermin that had been invading them lately) before they both decided to retire for the night. when he arrived at the den, he noted the leftovers buried in a snowdrift, a small smile pressing onto his scarred muzzle. his tail waved a bit and he dug them out, taking a few minutes to chow down. he assumed treason would come outside if she wanted to, otherwise he was perfectly fine eating alone. when he finished, he kicked some of the non edible scraps away, licked his chops, and headed inside quietly. 

his gaze fell upon treason as his vision adjusted to the darker space. as oblivious as terance tended to be, he did notice the tell-tale signs of pregnancy. if not for the gentle curve of her stomach or her teats, he had at least noticed her scent. another smile, a little more excited than the previous one. he disturbed her, because if he just let her sleep this would be a short thread, as kindly as he could, nosing the fur along her cheek and jaw before settling just beside her, so that he was mostly parallel to her.