Two Rivers Isle [m] hooked on a feeling

She planted a kiss to his chin and he rumbled a crooning ‘hello’ as his muzzle brushed against her cheek. She seemed optimistic about it—and while the days had been darker before, during their loss, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the universe offering them a small olive branch. Together, he knew they had wondered if the loss of her first pregnancy had been karma come upon them—for those they had left behind.

“I want to,” he replied with honesty, though he pulled back to look down to her—to study the gentle kindness of her features. “But only if you’re sure.”

He shifted… already being coaxed by nature and her. But he waited—and his muzzle gave a swing in a general direction around them. “Raising a family here would be nice.”