Bearclaw Valley (pause) it died in babylon

tvar watches her closely, reading more than just her signs. he leans into the kiss, letting his muzzle linger near hers for a brief moment before pulling back.

me neither. his paws move, firm and assured.

his gaze drops briefly to her belly, full of warm anticipation, protectiveness—maybe even a little fear.

have you thought of names? he adds, a small, crooked smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.