Bearclaw Valley your dark splendor

Well, that... was not the reaction that Evien expected. Surprise, horror, an outburst, maybe. But not the staring - just constant, unblinking, and then his eye began to twitch. It was obvious the young coywolf hadn't expected the girl to be pregnant, but Evie had expected him to say something. Merrick was almost never without something to say. 

"The girl. She's pregnant," he went on carefully, rising to his paws. "I have some fennel seeds that I'm drying out for when she needs to make milk for the pups. It's best to prepare early."