Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

Her voice was soft, and he wasn't sure if he heard vulnerability or reluctance- but the words she spoke made him freeze on the spot. Had she said what he thought she said? He looked her over in the quiet lull there, sensing there was something else she had to add on to what she'd said and as a fairly unobservant fellow he didn't really notice much of a change about her- but it wasn't like pregnancy showed itself instantaneously. Which was probably a good thing. 

I don't...

She could have meant anything with those words, trailing off like that.

I don't want them.
I don't think you're the father.
I don't want you to be the father. 

So while he wrestled with some part of him that felt as though he'd just heard the best news he'd ever heard in his entire life, and the other part that felt that Fennec was about to drop some bomb on him that would break his heart- he snuck closer to her. He wanted to celebrate- he wanted to yell and tell everyone in the pack that he was going to be a dad but...Considering Fennec's state...It didn't seem appropriate. 

"Hey," He murmured softly, reaching out to rub his muzzle against her shoulder. "It's OK," He said softly, though it didn't seem as though she felt that way. He at least wanted to reassure her a bit. "Tell me what I can do for you," He offered, and with a soft chuckle, "I'm...Basically going to be your very, very willing slave for the next like...Forever, so." Some of the glee he was trying very hard to contain was struggling to make its way out of him. His tail thumped against the ground, and his heart was fluttering rapidly in his chest.