She's a Wildflower

His pregnant wife wasn’t long for sleep, as she emerged from the entrance he had newly decorated. He turned to her at the sound of her voice, a sheepish smile on his maw as she described the emotions he was feeling. She knew how badly he had wanted children, to have pupils to raise and teach of his own blood, heirs for the future they had built together. The legacy of his one true love, would live on the lives within her womb.

She nuzzled against him then, and he was distracted by the warm scent of her, she smelled like milk and their den, and everything familiar to him. She was well versed at nuzzling the larger wolf and not skewering him with her gently curved Kudu horns.

“Anything for you.” he returned, meaning every word as he rubbed his cheek against hers, and planted a kiss against her brow.