Weird Eyes

Song was getting along much quicker in the pregnancy than the ebony man would've ever anticipated. Then again, she could be going at a perfectly normal pace. He had absolutely no idea, this was his first time ever being around a pregnant she-wolf, and especially when that pregnant she-wolf was his wife. He had become very antsy since having found out about her pregnancy, especially after that incident in their den when she had freaked out. He was probably being paranoid, but the man didn't like having his little wife out of his sights. He had to be with her at all times, to make sure that she was safe because she was only ever safe if she was with him.


They had settled down the night before in their den, the pair curled up with each other as they usually were. Since Song became pregnant, Cherokee had become much a light sleeper, unable to stop looking out for her even when he was supposed to be resting. But that day for some reason, he had just been inexplicably tired and had fallen into an extremely deep sleep. So it was no wonder that his wife was able to sneak out without alerting him. He was none the wiser, only coming to the realization that she'd gone once his bi-colored eyes cracked open to find the den empty of her ivory frame. The man shot up like a bolt, immediately on his paws and stumbling his way out his den. His eyes frantically searched the terrain before him, still unable to spot her figure. His nose immediately went to work, quickly finding her scent as he began to track her, his powerful limbs pulling him towards the direction she had gone in.


She hadn't gone very far, but still it was a little farther than he would've liked her to have gone if she was going to be venturing out alone. The heady scent of warm water reached his nostrils, but he ignored it, his mismatched gems dancing across the landscape before him, noticing the hot springs that dotted the terrain. Had she come to relax in one of those? It seemed like a plausible idea. He slowed his pace to an easy lope, senses alert for any sign of his wife. Hey you! He would recognize her voice anywhere. Cherokee adjusted his path, her pale, swollen figure coming into view. Song! He rushed up to her side, coming to a skidding halt beside her, burying his muzzle into the side of her neck, breathing in her scent. She was fine. Completely fine. Please don't ever leave like that again my little angel, you scared me half to death. He rumbled gently against the silkiness of her fur, pulling back to take a survey of their surroundings, trying to figure out who exactly she had been calling out to.


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