Hideaway Strath Whispers would deafen me now

Instead of Simmik having to search for her husband, he seems content enough to materialize before her. He trots casually up to the den and his eyes travel to the hardly eaten rabbit and the woman of white. He allows a moment to simply observe her and can see the uneasy expression she seems to make.

“Not feeling good, dear?” He hums sweetly to her. Approaching her, towering over her, he laps languidly at the top of her head as of it might make her feel better.

Then he’s moving to plop down beside her, humorously scooting closer to her soft form and tucks his paws beneath his large body comfortably. He seem content to bask in her presence forever, but somehow he feels as if she has something on her mind. Looking down at her expectantly, he waits for her to speak freely.