Part of him knew that she knew, just by the look in his golden eyes.
He knew not much about pregnancy. Sure, he was taught SOME in the pack, but he was never faced it with directly. He was the only child of his mother, at least by the time he left, so he never experienced her being pregnant. Ultimately, he knew that he should listen to the woman. It was her body, and she knew it best.
Surely, she knew when the little stars would be close to breaking their way into the sky?
Right?
The silence filled the den, as Adonis drew in the dirt with a single claw clumsily, tongue hanging out a little as he concentrated and hummed lightly.
When Euphemia spoke, he perked up, eyes darting to her as she mentioned how quiet it is. He knew the quiet was not going to last, but it WAS dang quiet. Too quiet! Suddenly she is up, round and glowing, exclaiming that they were indeed going! He shot up like something just electrocuted his tail.
”Really?” he asked, looking at her plump figure. As much as he loved seeing her nursing the future generation, it looked…painful. He knew what it was like when he ate too much, and his stomach bloated and expanded uncomfortably. She was like this…perpetually, with no relief. Was she really up for the trek?
”When your paws ache, lean upon this one. We shall rest whenever you deem fit, and this one shall see you safely there,” he stated, taking a step forward next to her and give her a kiss upon her head. ”However, we do not need to travel if you are not feeling well enough, for bringing the next stars into the sky is a feat most great!” he said with eyes looking into hers, wanting her to understand this was her choice, and he would support her either way with a warm embrace.




