Bearclaw Valley When my time comes around

It pleased the guard to know another man sought what he knew of his work. Cole may be obsessive in nature, but he knows how ruthless whelping season can be. The last thing he wants is the loss of any pups.
I’ll see you then, he agreed. Bright and early. It made him think of Annie. How much she hated the mornings and fought against him with growls and premature teeth.
And he hoped, too, that he’d be of service to Towhee. For bringing her here and now burdening her with a pregnancy—which he wasn’t sure she wanted, but the burning heat came all the same— it was one of the least things he could do. Support.