Sun Mote Copse I crave star damage

Eljay was constantly thinking about how he was holding the pup in his mouth. He constantly adjusted how firmly he was holding it, gently making sure that she wasn't crushed but neither slipped from his mouth. Nervously he followed until they reached the den. His fur was thick and heavy with rain as he entered the den. He placed the pup by Wiffle's side and nudged it until it was in place. Eljay watched closely to make sure that the pups were both drinking, easily falling into his role of midwife next to the new role of father.

Eljay was still fussing over the pups when Wiffle looked at him and caught his attention with her sweet words. Eljay smiled softly as he looked up at her, his tail thumping on the den's floor. Are you okay? Is... Aren't you cold? Do you need anything? How do you feel..? he asked. He looked over Wiffle entirely, as if checking if she was okay physically.