Hideaway Strath It's all so incredibly loud

Kynareth’s been looking all over for his beautiful wife. Wondering, if she’s not in the den, where she could be. He wants her attention tonight, like he does all the time, but tonight he’s feeling especially needy. She’s been getting bigger and bigger and he wonders when she’s going to pop. It unnerves him and he’s found himself sticking to her side more often than not. Even going as far as to not go on as many patrols as he usually does. He worries for her when she becomes nauseous and he tries to bring her fresh kill as often as he’s able to find it, if she’s even able to eat.

So after he’d checked the den and not finding her there, he decides to look elsewhere. He doesn’t want to howl for her and startle the rest of the pack, so he’s stuck with wandering around their land to find her. When he finds her though, he feels his heart swell uncontrollably at the sight of her lying beneath the naked willow tree. The moonlight makes her fur glow beautifully and he stands there just watching her for a moment, smiling like a love struck idiot. 

Finally he approaches her and his footfalls gently on the ground. “My love,” He greets smoothly. Moving up to her and nuzzling her head with some generous licks to her snout. “You’re looking beautiful tonight. As always.” Then he steps back to just look at her and he’s moving to poke her distended belly with his nose before plopping down beside her and resting his head gently on the swell of her stomach. 

His ears shift against her and his face brightens. “I can feel them moving, Simmik.” He sounds excited, his eyes filling with love and adoration. He just looks so domestic compared to how vigorous he is in battle. He likes it here with her, he’d give anything to keep what he has.