Redhawk Caldera [m] worth it

The expectant father wasn't far. He had left earlier to do a short patrol and was on his way back to the den now. He stopped to take a leak, hiking a black leg against an unsuspecting tree. He was just finishing off the final wiggle and shake when his intuition inexplicably tingled. His head arched, neck ramrod stiff and straight as he stared with sudden intensity at the den in the distance. Without a sound, he broke into a sprint, arriving just in time to hear Fox's muttered, "Impatient little fuckers!"

He froze like a deer in headlights when he reached the den's mouth and saw his mate sprawled on the floor, looking worse for wear. "It's happening!" he shrieked girlishly, then took a breath and added, "It's happening, right?" He had never witnessed a birth before. All the females in his life had done so in private. Even Hawkeye had stolen away, unwilling to share the moment with him. He wanted to be present, if Fox permitted it.

But he wasn't sure. Some laboring she-wolves needed their space. "Can I come in?" he asked tentatively, nose wiggling. He half-expected for her to curse at him and tell him to get lost until this was all over, in which case he would stand post outside. Still, his jade eyes shone with hope as he stared with expectant wonder at his wife's crotch.