Barepaw and pregnant in the den

He was awoken suddenly by Zee’s pitiful call of his name. He went from zero to a hundred in a heart beat as he slammed to his feet, and ran to the den entrance. He crouched down beside his vomiting wife, and gently tilted her head so she would not mat her fur. He knew how much she loved to be clean. He froze for a minute in indecision, not wanting to let go of her, before he relented. He ran to the Oasis which was not far from their den, scooping water in a container, throwing in a moss scrubber and was back at Zee’s side in a heartbeat.

In his rush he lost more than half the water, but decided to make do as he settled it beside her, picking up the scrub and gently began to wash the sick from her chin. With the care of one who touched something sacred. “Zee” he whispered softly, worriedly, for the wolf of his heart. “Should I call Io?”