I want to feel your heartbeat

The fear that had slowly been creeping in was growing stronger. He had taken Zee to bed a few times now, and well he had always enjoyed the experience, there was yet to be any happy accidents to occur over it. They had the safety of a pack, which both of them ruled over, and well it would no doubt have its difficulties, he felt for the first time in his life that he was ready to have kids. Never before had he wanted any, he had not wanted to bring them up in slavery. He had not wanted to take a mate, for his love for Deathbelle had been too strong.

Now, he had Zee, he had the Armada, Deathbelle was happy, and had released them from their children from obligation. Surely there was no better time. In fact, he had begun to enlarge the den he had been making in their soon-to-be lands. He had dug it out for enough room for a large litter of growing children, with an alcove for himself at the front entrance. The layout thus far, was that you could enter the den into an empty room that could be used for storage, an alcove in the corridor held a large den, which one had to go past to get into the larger, safest room. This room had a door, which served both to separate him from its occupants, and ensure pups couldn’t flee the den unsupervised. The door had been difficult to build, shaping the word, and putting working hinges had been a feat that had taken the help and heavy purchase of a trader. And yet, he was beyond proud of the result.

He was in the process now of building a cellar into the den, a place to store an emergency supply of meat that would ensure his wife (and children?) would never go hungry. He hadn’t shown Zee the extensive upgrades on the den, and he was keen to get her opinion on what would become her home.