Hideaway Strath Whispers would deafen me now

He gives her a content hum of acknowledgment when she mentions that her sickness should pass. Finding the answer suitable enough to trust her judgement. She knows herself best anyhow and his knowledge on pregnant wolves is embarrassingly slim. 

She murmurs soft words into his neck as she inhaled his scent. It has him doing the same to her. Stuffing a wet nose into the nape of her neck and enjoying her smell as well. 

A soft hum and a curious “Oh?” Is whispered from his maw. “What about, darling?” He inquired casually. “You know I love the sound of your voice. I could listen to you for hours and it would still seduce me in a way no other has.” The words are genuine, low, and soft. His deep baritone of a voice vibrating his chest and throat as she leans against him.