Swiftcurrent Creek I wanna steal your soul

He had actually been looking for Rosalie, a hare held between his jaws that he had caught for her while out on his patrol. He picked up her scent and followed it back to the den where he found her worriedly pacing outside the entrance. He moved over to her at once, concern on his face as he placed the rabbit on the ground at his feet. Rosalie? he said gently. What's wrong? He moved to stand in front of her, forcing her to stop walking if she hadn't already. Surely all this worrying wasn't good for the pups growing inside her.