Secrets of the Heart

Her excitement was infectious. Within, Gargoyle could match it and more, but outside, he was much slower to make a display of himself. However, the sight of Mercianne beginning to practically dance with glee, loosened something in the male?s posture. Suddenly his little Doberman nub began to wag. It wasn?t near as energetic or showy as the healer?s, but like as not it was something that none of his packmates had ever seen before. He might as well have howled his joy to the springtide moon. She was happy for them, and more than that, she would ?be honored? to assist with the birth. The gravity of such a duty did not need to be pressed upon her. She seemed to immediately understand, her paws stilling as she accepted the responsibility.

Gargoyle dipped his head. ?You have our thanks. I?ll admit to you that it ebbs away a measure of worry from my mind.? It was against the male?s grain to be anything but an example of strength to his pack, but this was a special case. This was before a healer, and concerning his mate; He could be perfectly frank. Besides, Mercianne had been a part of Glacie- well, the pack, longer even than Gargoyle had, despite his bloodties.