Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

Rye felt a hair overwhelmed, between Imaq, Lane and Tzila, he felt strung out. He wanted to keep an eye on them all, do his best to keep the ladies as comfortable as possible. Far easier said than done but not at fault from the woman but only Ryes incessant worrying. Then, the sharp scent of fresh afterbirth enveloped his nose, his nostrils flared in the growing realizations excitement. Tzila and Ryes talk never left his mind and although he was scared shitless, Rye also knew that no matter what children would always be a gift. Gently he peaked around the corner to Tzilas den, hesitation to find out the truth clear in his jittery steps, but the big tundran was there already. His large frame blocking the entrance. Rye bit back a commanding snarl, he wanted to see his possible children! Did any have his colors? Were they all okay? How many girls and how many boys? The more thoughts that raced through his mind the faster his tail thumped against the ground.