Ouroboros Spine Wading it out

A pause in her speaking of ceremony, Aioloa gaze follows the moonwoman's own and a small smirk plays at the corner of his mug. His amber eyes follow to the features of her face once more as she speaks of her pregnancy, of this one being hard upon her. He knew some pregnancy was harder on one female them another. Sometimes it was because the litter was large or the pups themselves large and healthy, draining more from the other. It was a trial in which most women went through, one he could not begin to understand himself. One he could not compare, only sympathize.

I had come here to fish, put food in your stomach. If you loose your meal, you must replace it. He nudges at her crown rested to him and begins to move back to dry land, willing her along with nudges. Come rest here, in the shade... you can watch? He offers, hoping she might enjoy to lay but not be shut away in the den, but observe him hunting for her and their lot within her.