Northstar Vale In doctor's office lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared.

He trailed after her—concern showing in the way his brow knit downward as his champagne eyes traced over the fatigued form of Ibis. His lover. Mother to his unborn children. His wife.

The drastic changes had happened so quickly, he felt he hadn’t had a chance to digest any of it fully, but the frost-maned wolf was not upset by it. Instead, he felt in awe—content to learn more about the she-wolf who had captivated him, and the pack she had welcomed him to.

So when she nestled down in a bed of flowers, the stocky Mayfair swept forward, a crooning growl escaping his lips as he made to bend down and kiss her tenderly, his tail idly swaying behind him. “How are you feeling, mo Bhanrigh?”