Bearclaw Valley and was buried in a tomb

he hums quietly, responsive to her affections. crooning deeply to her, sure that his throat was flush to her so that she could feel the vibrations from the noises he made. kneading his nose against the fur of her head, between her ears, where he breathes her in. her scent; a mixture of her, milk, and their children. an intoxicating scent.
he is happy to fill her in, settling onto his haunches, tucking her close at his side as they sit out front the whelping den. i have just heard from cole that ameline has given birth. he signs quickly, vigorously, a pride flowing through him. will you be alright if i go to pay them a visit? he asks merely out of courtesy—he knows she will be just fine. still, he worries.
evident by the way his brows pull together, looking insistently upon her. after her answer, he presses a kiss to her chin, and grows still for a moment. drawing away, standing to pace a moment, as if something weighs upon his mind. not realizing his thoughts begin to show through his demeanor.