High Lonesome

She wouldn't lean away from him as he made contact with her side, he'd take comfort in her, but he felt like he was hardly a comfort to her. She was hard to console, and though he always gave her a smile it hurt that he couldn't do anything, that his love and their little family were not enough to get through her depression. He was confused, and worried, but he would do his best to hide those from her. All was well in the world, and any day she'd wake up and be the perfectly fine. Right?

He would have smiled at her statement about the den if she hadn't looked so serious. Was she seriously going crazy inside the den? She had been in there for an awfully long time, even before the birth she had been made to mostly rest. "The children are young enough to cope with out you during the day now, you'll be able to get out a lot more. Maybe getting back to a routine will help." Getting up, going on patrols with him. Hunting, teaching the children their lessons.

She wouldn't answer his question yes or no, but he wouldn't push her either. Leaning over to kiss her again the chocolate brute would enjoy her close contact even through the warmth of the day. Surely a little swim would do her good, the water would fully clean her pelt, work her muscles, and maybe just distract her from life in general.