Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

though wintersbane does not actively recall — on any occasion ( but that doesn't mean he wasn't ) — ever being around a pregnant female before, he knows the subtle change in the air. knows it because it is the same for any species: predator or prey. pheromones that tell him that new life was beginning to blossom within the womb. it lingers like a tease on the air as he closes in on tzila, following her scent. it's a small change but wintersbane feels a rush of heated pride all the same.

his step quickens and soon she comes into view. he stops paces away, dropping his catch at his paws — salmon pink tongue drawing across his jowls in an attempt to clean them — before giving a soft chuff to grab her attention. tzila, he rasps a heartbeat later. this is for you. he motions to the catch at his paws with a small gesture of his muzzle.

how do you feel? is it too soon to know for sure? is what he desires to ask but doesn't, instead content to let it remain unspoken. at least, for the time being.