Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

New, then. His ears flicked back up. Maybe he felt better knowing that, while opposing it was the ever-present dread--so he was yet to see what would come, then. Did she know how it may go, yet? This was a delicate matter upon the slopes of Moonspear, and he was afraid she had already seen a glimpse of what it did thanks to his brothers' recent handlings. Plus, timing considered.. would Hydra allow? She had put out the flames of plenty this year and her litter would come before they knew it.

Which.. I know, he felt like he was saying it a lot lately, and he was as he glanced up her chest, to her face--quick to blink off some of his furrowed expression. This wasn't exactly what he meant to do here this morning, but he was unnerved deeper than he was willing to admit with everything lately, and had seen what this did more than once, so it had him on the absolute ugliest kind of guard he knew. If he didn't get it together, far nastier things could happen because of her.

He found a centering breath and stepped closer, though didn't reach. Her space was hers, and he was still new at all, learning--slow, for him to process it right. I know it must be me, or my brothers.. to be here, now.. he told her truthfully, trying not to sound so tired but those were the laws he knew their very core dictated. She saw what the others of his bloodline had reduced themselves to lately, as much as he hated to say it, they were probably lucky to be alive at all.

With Moonspear's tendency towards a dash of chaos, and Arcturus already having balked in the beginning, he knew the pack needed steadiness above all else right now, moving onward. But choice was key, even later. Which, given that.. you would be alright with it if I said I would be your husband? he asked, settling on her delicate face, sincere--but worried and burning up, trying not to breath too deeply too often or else thinking seemed like less priority, and now was not the time.