Bearclaw Valley (pause) it died in babylon

his expression eases when she reassures him, but he doesn’t like that she’s been thinking this way at all. he huffs, ears twitching as he studies her.

you don’t have to make it look easy. he smiles warmly to her, pressing side into hers, pressing his forehead against her throat. i have watched many women bring life into this world. there is no stronger feat.

and then, pointedly, if it is just one, at least we’ll have a warrior from the start. he seems to grin ear to ear, no other capable of making him so happy, and no other life he could imagine, you know you can speak to me, right?

his tail flicks behind him as he tilts his head, watching her with quiet warmth.