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

The boys started to wake and squirm between her front paws, causing her to lift her head and nuzzle and lick them. She knew they were hungry, so she stood and adjusted to curl around them, nosing them in the direction of food. Once they were settled, she rested her head on her paws to watch the entrance once more.

It wasn't long before she heard steps approaching and she tensed, her hackles raising along her shoulders. But her mate's scent quickly smoothed down her fur and replaced the anxiety with warmth and anticipation; she missed him when he wasn't here. She lifted her head as he entered the den and returned his affection with a nuzzle to his cheek. She smiled down at the children as Ky asked about them. They're perfect, she said softly. He circled them from the other side, blocking them from the opening so that they were safely surrounded by their two parents. 

Simmik reached to nuzzle and lick Ky's jaw, her expression peaceful and happy. How are things outside? she asked. She hadn't left the den once since the children were born; she was too afraid to leave them for even a second. But that meant that she had no idea what was going on beyond these walls.