Tell me it's real

Song didn’t let himself get too far away from Kirsi and the den these days. She was due to give birth any day and leaving in the morning was a difficult task. Responsibilities needed seen to though, and with taking on a bit of Kirsi’s duties so she wouldn’t have to worry so much, Song had a lot to do. He dropped everything when he was called home though. Had he said he wasn’t anxious Song would have been lying, but he did his best to remain calm for Kirsi. She was capable and strong, but they’d made this decision together and he wanted to be there beside her, supporting her every step they took.

He had no doubt this was the call he felt like he had been waiting on for so long. He promised to give his life for their children, and he had far from changed his mind from that decision. A deep protective feeling rose in him as he approached the den, and carefully made his way inside. He aimed to offer her a nuzzle of greeting, noting he had been the only one she had called for. He couldn’t help the smile on his face and the excitement he felt. He knew Kirsi was in for an ordeal, but he was here to support her however he could. ”How are you doing?” He asked quietly, hoping the energy remained so calm throughout. If he could sacrifice his own comfort for her he would have.