Hideaway Strath You talk like a man and taste like the sun

Ky had gone a short, but necessary patrol to check the around the pack and make sure no one was dead or injured. He’s satisfied by the results enough to rush to his den faster than he feels like he ever has. He loves spending time with these cute lil’ bastards he calls his children (said with love of course). He just can’t get enough of them and he finds himself crowding Simmik and the small balls of fur much too often. Hell, at this point he’s sure Simmik would get sick of him for being so glued to her side. She already has three little parasites stuck to her side, what’s one more?

So he trots back eagerly and slows as he approaches the den. Instantly, a smile comes to his maw. Not one of his usual sly, cunning, prideful, or flirty ones, but one of genuine happiness and love. He feels his heart swell every time he sees them and his beautiful wife. He can’t wait until they start running around and getting bigger and he gets to train and rough house with them. For now, he has to be gentle. Something he definitely doesn’t mind, especially with those sweet little potatoes of his.

“My love.” He greets Simmik as he moves in to brush himself against her cheek. A lap of a purple tongue moves along her muzzle and he’s flicking his eyes to the little buggars stuck to her stomach. “How are they?” He asks even though he just saw them a few hours prior. “Fat and healthy it seems.” He jests, moving to lie down beside her, circling the pups with his own stomach facing them.