What is dead may never truly die

His haggard breath disturbed the short fur of Tahlia's cheek, her jawline sniffed with a relaxed sigh. There was hesitation as Bane fully lay himself upon his mate, still attempting to calm his panting breaths. Taking a moment to pause and glance down, settling his stomach against hers, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his. A paw grazed along the side of her hip. Tongue slowly starting to groom the she-wolfs neck fur when he felt her forelegs graze along his sides. Laughter threatened to escape him at the look on Tahlia's face, a tender nip placed against her shoulder. Bane hoped she was satisfied, that she would remember this dream when feeling lonely. That she could come back one night and do this all over again.

Bane felt her muzzle against his cheek, heard that only one pup had come forth into the world when she replied to him. Then something within her changed, Bane not quite noticing the shift at first as he was busy nibbling up the crook of a foreleg. It was the silence that captured his attention. She was glanced up at, the wolf shifting from where he lay upon her to rise the front of his body over her. Something was wrong. The way her brow was furrowed. Bane gently nosing the tip of Tahlia's muzzle. "Tahlia?" The Somnium wolf nudged her muzzle with rising worry. "How is our child? Female? Name?" Something was wrong. So horribly wrong with the look she was giving.