Bearclaw Valley When will you realize Vienne waits for you

it was odd how quickly ancelin sort of stopped recognizing the bear as a bear. nestled in their den, covered in his scent and that of ameline, to the man who was about to become a father for the second time, the bear registered more as a pup.
until it made sounds, that is, or clawed against one of them. ancelin watched his mate solemnly as she paced and readjusted, readjusted and paced. he cradled the bearcub and tried to see if it would understand his crooning yet.
the rex had not even considered a language barrier.
eyes widened, shrinking a bit when ameline stalked toward him in a way that said she was a bit out of her mind, he kept his vigil.
one. two. three. four. his heart grew more proud with each one, and the image of them suckling alongside the baby bear made him laugh.
eyes wet, he reached to kiss ameline, pressing his forehead to her own. "excellent job, valley queen."