Ruminations and Inard Kicking

His scarred skull turned at the sound of approach, and he returned her bark with one of his own, dipping his head just the slightest bit to her in greeting. "Beannachtaí Surreal. Feicim go bhfuil duine éigin a bheith bheannaigh ag Lady Moon" He looked pointedly to her belly, the unscarred side of his muzzle twitching in the ghost of a smile. It didn't surprise him now that, at first, he had not recognized her scent, no. She held the scent of milk now, and obviously bore signs of pups-to-be.

It hurt. A strange thud in the pit of his stomach.

"Tá mé go maith, ag baint taitnimh as an aimsir go maith cé go maireann sé. Beidh an Gheimhridh a bheith reign thar domhan roimh a fhios againn é." He rumbled, sitting the moment she did, and like her he did not meet her gaze, instead settling his focus on her face, on the space between her eyes. Though, once more his gaze drifted down to her swollen gut, and his head tilted just the slightest bit.

"Who father?" He grunted, returning attention back to Surreal, ears pricked as he awaited her answer.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair Mo Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think