What is dead may never truly die

It was the silence that first got to him, the way she avoided his gaze with that troubled look in her eyes. Bane reached his muzzle around hers and brought her face to face with him. "Tahlia? How is our child?" The Somnium wolf reiterated as he leaned a bit further upon her. She was avoiding the question. Perhaps he was asking the wrong things of her. Perhaps something truly horrible had happened and only now, as she lay there beneath him at his prompt she was beginning to focus. "How are you, back there? Our young?" The inquiry was almost forced out, it ending with a worried whine.

But she didn't immediately response, saying the she needed to get back. By these words Bane drew away slightly, forelegs straightening as he still lay over her. Tahlia wriggled beneath him, repeating that she needed to get back, that she must go. Her movements were frantic, shaking and scraping to get to her paws beneath him. The male wolf relented in the fact that he allowed her to stand. But Bane strode to her front as she stood, gently bringing his jaws over her muzzle as he stared into her eyes. He needed her to focus. And tell him just what was going on.