Hideaway Strath [m] We've been rollin' deeper than they'll ever know

He can tell there’s something wrong the moment Simmik begins feeling it. With her hurrying her head beneath his chin, he struggles to look at her, but doesn’t dare move away. 

Do you want to say no? She asks meekly. Kynareth’s eyes go wide and his brows furrow. “What?” He asks back incredulously. Not mad, but more surprised than anything.

“No, no, no. I want this so bad.” He whispers down to her, passion overcoming his voice. “Why do you think I’m having second thoughts? I don’t want anyone else like I want you, Simmik. Don’t ever think otherwise.” His last sentence is almost chastising, but the rest is littered with passionate confusion as to why she believes he wouldn’t want this with her.
To have his own pups with Simmik — it would be a dream come true. To watch the little fur balls grow into strong beasts, to train them into savage, ruthless, killers is his goal.