Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

he gives a sage nod; not good at expressing, but grateful that she accepts it. he isn't sure how the gestures will be seen ( by either woman ) and spends some time worrying about whether leaving them food might be misconstrued. ...and truth be told, he does not know what he's doing. this is a dance he has never before partaken in; clumsy and coltish with his steps. the women whose children he had sired had always left; returning from whatever pack they came from and had never sought him out further.

though wintersbane is excited about the prospect of being a father in earnest ...he is also riddled with nagging worry and pestering anxieties.

nevertheless, tzila is gracious and tucks the rabbit away for later.

she gives him a rundown of how she's feeling and lacking the skills of any sort of midwife wintersbane isn't entirely sure if it means they were successful or not.

that's good news. wintersbane says with a soft clear of his throat, again unsure how to express the blossoming joy in his chest; buoyant and ignorant of the fact that the cubs she carried might not even be his at all.