Hideaway Strath We could've been doing this all along

Kynareth would watch with awe as he lord beneath her as she pushed and pushed. His paw a constant weight on her shoulder, reminding her that he was there for her. 

Then he smells Charles and he swivels his head enough to be able to see him outside. His brows furrow. He’s not mad, but he’s curious as to why he’s being so shy. Perhaps the wedding between him and Nyra was an accident — unwanted by the smaller coy he so enjoys to tease. Though his attention from Nyra only lasts for a second before he’s looking right back to her. She’s pushing even hard and finally something falls from between her legs.

He raises his massive head a bit to see as Nyra pulls the pup front he sack and licks it clean. A pure white pup, nice and healthy. He smiles then, happy for her. She looks happy and therefore, he is too. She would be a good mother he knows it. 

Though as she settles the pup against her and it starts whining and mewling he finds it in himself to finally get up. Softly rising from his place beneath the pale warrior and offering her a soft lick to her muzzle. 

“I’ll be back, darling.” He hums softly, before he’s stalking outside.

His gaze falls on Whrist and Charles. It locks straight on the smaller male and he strides up to him with casual purpose. He doesn’t look mad, his expression is neutral albeit a bit hard.

“Why did you not come?” He asks softly. “Had she not called for you?” He wonders to him aloud.