Revelation

Tattered auds captured the sounds of sniffling, rousing the male from his light slumber. He'd never been a heavy sleeper, it would be a detriment to his life as a slave. Thus, he was quick to lift his head from his paws and peer about. Silence. Then, again. Only one other wolf would be this close to him, and that was Shaye. Ignoring the screaming pain in his stiff knee, he hauled himself to his paws. He could stretch later, when he was more certain that all was well. Head low between narrow shoulders, the male peeked from around the corner of his den, acidic gaze seeking out the source of the sound. His new not-master was digging furiously at the frozen earth, holding back a quite obvious breakdown.

"Miss Shaye?" he called softly, voice barely louder than a whisper at the best of times. Concern knitted his brows as he stepped further into the den, sidling up as close to her warm body as he dared. Why was she upset? Had he done something wrong? Over time, he had noticed her belly growing. He was well aware of the birds and the bees, but he was similarly used to pups being a common occurrence- especially for slaves. "It helps to lay down first," he offered. Maybe the hard packed, frozen earth was the source of her ire. "body heat warms the dirt." He peered through dark lashes at the woman, concern plain upon his face. Anxiety thrummed through his limbs, causing the faintest of trembling.