Duskfire Glacier who whispered the beauty of snow and the fear of death

What a nice thing to wake up and see, was really looking forward to this! Let me know if I need to change something.

He wouldn't leave Imaqs side, not for long at least. Never wanting to be too far in case she began her delivery process but in the night, he would give her that space and stay nearby to hear her calls. On those nights he would fall asleep thinking about what he might do with his child, his little one. There was no doubt the babe within Imaq womb was his, unlike Tzilas comparable colored baby girl but that was a worry for another time. The sun had finally crested its horizon and with it came an anxious pit slowly forming in his belly. Rye roused himself from his hastily thrown together bed and made his way closer to Imaqs den, the smell of afterbirth hit his nose near instantly. He froze in his tracks, his bated breath stuttering while he gathered to courage to see his child. The world around him blurred into one color, the only picture to be composed, the den Imaq rested in. The sounds of near inaudible grunts and squeaks flooded his ears, they cupped them forward and willed his feet forward with each noise. 
Vaguely widened eyes stole a peak inside the den, his eyes quick to find the impossibly tiny, wriggling babe nestled against its beautiful merle mother. Wonderment stung his eyes, dug at his chest, weighed it down and submerged it under joy, fear, excitement but mostly pride. Rye felt drowned in emotions he couldn't possibly begin to explain, they nearly overwhelmed the first time father and it showed. The quick rise and fall of his chest gave hint to his unease and the unbroken amazed stare towards his child showed the pride ever-growing in his heart. Along with the rapidly waving tail fanning the air expressing his joy. 
"Imaq," He crooned at the den entrance, forcing his eyes to part from the babe to make brief contact with her. Hesitantly, eyes watchful for the merles reaction, Rye nosed the pup, seeing that it was a little boy. "He's here." He said with disbelief commandeering his tone. The scene unfolding before him felt fictitious, as if it was nothing more than a dream. It took another few squirms and faint noises to hammer in the reality his boy was truly alive, well, and thriving. "Our little one." The hotah murmured, almost saying to himself as if to confirm the boys existence once again. Rye didn't shy away from leaning towards Imaq, giving her a loving kiss atop her head (if allowed). "Thank you." He said, voice muffled against the top of Imaq head. Another kiss given before returning to gaze at the boy, at their son.