Dragoncrest Cliffs & Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, (mtr.)

He huffed a cold, quiet laugh, eyes meeting hers. More like who they'll grow into, Verx responded. His tail beat a little restlessly against the ground. Good job reading my mind, I guess. He lapsed into silence, slightly uncomfortable, gaze rolling over the gentle swell of her belly, wondering who was inside.

If they did take after his side, please, god, let them be like Helix, or Gavriel. Anyone but him.

Vercingetorix felt suddenly very tired, then, in many different ways. He lifted himself onto his paws again, shaking the dust from his pelt, and stared down at her, eyes unfathomable. Just howl if you need me, he said, flicking one ear idly to the side. I'll be around, promise.

Feeling somewhat ridiculous, he placed his muzzle against her belly, the movement there, for a moment, before offering her a small smile of farewell. He departed, then, shoulders a little hunched, the sensation of puzzled arousal still glowing hot between his legs.