Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

She pulled away, and closer to the solid wall of the den, shrinking from his touch. Her answer was almost a way to deflect, he thought. Was she trying to say he had a way out because she didn't want him to be a part of raising their children? A frightening thought struck him: his own mother had run off with her unborn children in order to get away from Phox...Would Fennec do the same, if he said that he wanted to be a part of her life? Had he fallen for someone who had the same, dangerous instability as his mother?

But Fennec wasn't Niamh. She was better; he was sure of it. 

And while he was still a bit nervous that fate might step in and tear yet another one of his loved ones away from him, there was still the overwhelming excitement brewing within him from this news. While he felt as though his heart might burst from nervousness, hos trembling lips smiled. "Of course it's gonna change things," He replied. "But Fenn...I'm...I'm not gonna lie this...This is kind of the best news I've ever heard." He said. He tried to reach out to touch her shoulder with his muzzle, albeit a bit hesitant that while being sort of cornered, she might lash out. "You're gonna be a Momma," He cooed, through smiling teeth.