Lost Creek Hollow To the project

slowly he moved into the den. slowly. as if she might change her mind, or as if he might step on one of the pups in his movement. but he didn't, and so far so good, as the newly anointed second-time father got a peak of his mate, who looked like she could use a nap or two. or three. but too bad, she  didn't have that option now -- not with the three wriggling jellybeans at her stomach. wow. three of them. three children. three more children. 

another whine, his chin resting on the floor of the den and his tail swinging wildly against the ground behind him. "you're a mother," he said, scooting a little closer -- she was surprisingly docile, considering terance thought she'd be a little more possessive and protective. if she'd let him, terance moved to nudge her cheek, paired with a few licks. and if she didn't, he would just keep his distance at the mouth of the den. "how are you doing?"