Nova Peak gentle reader

he hums approvingly as she burrows into his fur. her snout finding his chin, tucking there, seeking his warmth, his light. he offers it to her willingly. he pushes closer, coming to sit with her, wrapping a strong foreleg about her body; pulling her close.

always. he says lovingly against the temple of her head. but his attention is drawn away, as he pulls back, seeking her gaze. a paw coming to press flush to her belly, which had grown only a little. it was her first pregnancy, so lorcan didn't expect much from her. her body would do what it could.

he presses a kiss to her nose. my dove. a loving cadence in his voice. content to be beneath the stars with her. you are strong. he voices to her in a tongue that her ears would be deaf to, but it was reverent still. it was his—he hopes his children feel the thrum of their ancestors in his speech. our pups. great hunters and great warriors.

it is his hope that his children must never go down the path his life has led up until now.