Deepwood Weald Holdfast but I am the reason we lose the war

Without a propper way to confirm that his mate had been succesfully impregnated, Damien simply stuck to the initial plan. Even long after her heat faded away he kept close to her, guarding her ass and fending off pretty much everyone except Tulugak away from her, fucking her as often as he could to increase their chances of conceiving. It was a foolproof plan, and Damien was confident in his virility and (secretly) proven fertility enough to grow careless as the days passed and his mind got more focused on pack matters that required his attention.

Nyx found him while performing one of said tasks, surprising him in the middle of a gut-spilling session at the borders after having slayed a cocky (and quite stupid) coyote that attempted to raid one of their caches. Blood dripped from his chin as the night king turned to confirm that his nose had caught the scent of his lover, and as she approached him Damien tossed the severed, half eaten skull of his little friend aside to greet her with a loving nuzzle -but... why do you smell like puke? he asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Are you alright, Nyx? he asked again stepping back and furrowing his brow with a squint. She was definitely not looking so hot, and Damien wondered if their caches were possibly already going stale. Maybe it was time to organize a hunt.