Redhawk Caldera i'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on

"Yo, Lenny!"

He shrunk some, although not as much as he had back on the borders. Respectful still and mindful of his face being aimed towards her instead of away. Although he simply nodded in response as he quickly noted the...heavy roundness of her sides.

Had she been that round when he had first arrived?

Tentatively he stretched out his neck, nose aimed at her. Granted he still hovered out of actual touching distance.

Lenny see? He asked with plenty of awestruck curiosity in his voice. He had not once been around to see pregnant wolves, pups, or anything else used as sort of...spring markers.