Ouroboros Spine this is for the good ol' boys

would he have been able, were he human, kivaluk would've picked her up in his arms and spun her 'round; so he settles for a relentless barrage of kisses: on her cheeks, on her muzzle.

and when he pulls back, it is to shift so that his muzzle brushes her flank. hi, little ones, kivaluk whispers. it's dad. she wasn't showing yet but he knows they're in there.

as she speaks of traveling, kivaluk pulls back to face her again; frowning, mind calculating, the answer to the equation making itself know quickly. you shouldn't be making trips like that, and you'll get to a point when you won't be able to, he's been around enough pregnant women to know that without doubt. why don't we move there? to brecheliant? we can go now, while you're still able to make the trip. if your parents'll have us, of course.

kukutux had her hands full with children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and maybe their moving to brecheliant would help take some of the strain off of moonglow.