Bearclaw Valley la bien qui fait mal

Well, that was rude. Evien barely managed to avoid sharp teeth, stepping backward and abandoning the herbs on the ground. "Hey, woah, stop!" he yelped, suddenly alarmed at the attack. Because while he knew how to care for ailments during pregnancy, or to help puppies after birth in theory, he had never truly been around a pregnant woman. Not one this far along. 

"I'm helping," he urged, gesturing toward the borage leaves on the ground. "The pups are due soon, right? I just wanted to check up."