havens of solitude at high altitude

His large paw was placed between her shuddering shoulder blades, and she felt the weight of his forelimb pressing gently between them. Yes, laying down would be a good idea right now. Shivering limbs lowered her onto the snow, where a large breath whooshed from her lungs. Blinking a few times, she raised her head to look out at the surrounding col. "Calm yourself miss Lirika, your scent tells me your pregnant as does the sight of your stomach. Age will not define if you have a litter always." Gods above, the horror of it all was still washing over her, more and more he spoke. She was in no place for children to be born. She hadn't consulted with shamans, nor met with any relatives about it. "As for holy places, I know of one that I feel is. Should you like I could claim that land when the time comes. Our litter will be safe and you can pray there if you wish."

Our litter. He had said. It was theirs. She enjoyed his company, sure, but she had never imagined herself raising children with this male. Did she even want to? "I'll not make you have to raise these children alone. Perhaps you would like to meet Daffodil, who is also pregnant with mine and wishes to leave the moment they are birthed." It was a nice gesture, but could she really burden him with children? A moments pause, and she couldn't hide the expression from her face as she thought. Had she not heard that he had children already? "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Morningstar. However, I would rather endure this.. pregnancy.. in solitude. I shall seek out a healer tomorrow morning, and make sure the health of these children is in order. Once they are born, I will be sure to call for you." She said softly, but with strength in her voice.

"That is, if you are truly interested in being part of their lives." Accented lyrics would utter with hesitation.