Heron Lake Plateau Just smell with your eyes

All good! :D

He, too, paused with an inquisitive tilt of his head.  A pause, and he nodded, small but eager. It was a weird way to put it if you looked at the whole thing too objectively.  The children they had were great, but yeah, them coming into the world hadn't exactly happened the way either of them had imagined.  Just remove the bad parts and it was pretty great, though.  But there was always the chance something could end up being worse -- a fact that would come to light in however many days 'til Camilla keeled over.

He stepped forward to embrace her, but paused midway as his brain caught up and brought up a valid point, What about you?  Are you up for it?  After all, his contributions to creating a darling (or devilish) litter of puppies were significantly less dangerous -- or draining, or stressful, or any number of other words -- unless he got hurt while hunting or something, but that could happen any time of the year.  Raven had been through a lot, and he wasn't exactly the doctor around here to know whether it'd cause any problems with future pregnancies.  Obviously he hoped that wouldn't be the case, but it'd be something he'd definitely revisit with more urgency after Camilla's death.  Raven was worth too much to him, and if she thought that it'd put her own life in danger, he'd be happy without the risk.