Duskfire Glacier those of you who are last will soon be first

tzi—

afraid not, wintersbane is quick to interject with soft humor in his rasping tenor as his glacial gaze catches lane peering out of the offbranch of den she'd clearly been working on. at her invitation he draws nearer to take a peek at the renovations she was doing; a soft noise of approval rumbling in his throat.

it seems you ladies have beaten me to the idea. likely, someone brought it up to him at some point or another ...he couldn't remember. his mind was full of many, many things and for someone who did not sleep in a den, denning was admittedly at the farthest corner of his mind.

do you think it would be too much to encourage the entire pack to den in the caverns? wintersbane asked her; business like. as one of the mothers-to-be her voice carried more weight in his mind in this situation and on his idea. if the mothers thought it would be too crowded for their coming newborns then he would not invite the rest of the pack to consider denning in the caverns.

i do not want you or the other mothers-to-be to feel crowded. he offers in further explanation, a few seconds later.

and after he heard her thoughts on his question he takes her in with a sweep of his gaze. how was your trip? he inquires casually; conversationally.