Noctisardor Bypass curled up, nose to toes

Having watched his own mother go through the stages of pregnancy a few times over, Kaertok knew it was still far too soon to tell whether or not their union would be fruitful. It would be weeks before anybody knew anything, and he figured that Arbiter would be the first to let him know if and when things were going to happen. He hadn't exactly been hands-on with any of his mother's pregnancies, but he felt he knew enough to be useful. The future mother of his children would be kept well fed and guarded, at the very least. Knowing what little he did of her, he assumed she'd want to do as much on her own until she was really incapable of doing it herself.

When he spotted the white and slate fur that was Arbiter's, a slim smile formed on Kaertok's lips. There were, of course, things to discuss, as there always were, and he wasted no time greeting her with a cursory sniff to her shoulder. Calling you 'the mother of my children,' does not roll off the tongue very well, he said, giving her another visual once-over. What about pikatti? It means 'companion' in my native tongue.