Kar would gently nuzzle his mate as she whimpered. He would keep his ears lowered, shaking his head. “I know that it’s hard, Nalyda but... We can not grieve forever over what was lost. We may have lost a son... But we have a beautiful son and daughter laying with us right here and now.” The man would look to his deceased son, a pang deep in his heart. “I’ll go bury him... Somewhere we’ll be able to visit and lay flowers... Alright?” He would ask, wanting to make sure it was alright with her before he picked up the stillborn.
