Ravensblood Forest We're bound to break and my hands are tied.

She settled herself – fatigue clear within her pale, beautiful eyes, and his features knitted in to a light frown. “How are you feeling?” Worry tugged at him once more – they were a small group, and they would soon have their time manipulated by raising a litter. He had witnessed it before – pups bore a great effort from a pack of wolves.
 
Moving his stocky form to settle close to her, so that they remained touching, the Regal swept his muzzle down to press a kiss to her forehead, his ears sliding back to his skull in his worry. He had a myriad of questions on his tongue – to ask her to be his and only his, to make an honest family for themselves.. To see what she thought of the number of neighbours along the coast. What their plans were for their unborn children.. Instead, he remained silent for now, waiting to see if she sought him for more than just his company.