Swiftcurrent Creek This is temporal, all we have is our temperament

He lifted his head as she moved closer. The picture of submission and docility. He lay large head to large paws so he could meet her eyes.

No apology necessary this time.

He took a deep breath, his own ears moving and pinning and bsck up. Unsure how to ask her. Finally he just dove in.

I know it may not be any of my business. But are you okay. I smell..well blood and did your brothers come back or the gang or do we need to find a healer. Is something going wrong with umm. Your pregnancy?

Now that he was calmer he saw no wounds so he surmised that no one probably attacked her but was it so wrong if some part of him hoped they had so she didn't have to deal with a pregnancy that wouldn't make it to fruition.