Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

He wasn't sure what exactly slowed her tears. Maybe exhaustion or maybe his comforting, but it didn't matter; he was just glad to hear the sobbing finally subside. She moved her head and rested it close enough that they weren't touching, but that he could feel her warmth on his cheek. He wanted to offer her calming words and promises that he would give her whatever she needed, but nothing seemed like the right thing to say. Maybe that was because no amount of apologies or assurance would take away the real reason for her despair--nothing he could do would fix the fact that they would be parents in a few full moons. Needing to do something, he turned his head a little and offered a few soft licks to her cheek again if allowed, hoping to soothe any amount of her anguish.