He knew if Savina could have read his thoughts, she would be angry, even though Kansas was not thinking naughtily of Naniko. He loved Savina with all his heart; that couldn't be doubted. But she didn't understand the impact the white fey had had on him. Naniko D'Angelo was his first friend, and, in a way, his first love. He couldn't help but wonder simply whether or not she was okay. What she was up to. He was aware that Ehno had gotten her pregnant, but he never brought this up with anyone in the pack because it had broken Savina's heart so. Secretly, the man had wished perhaps the idea of the puppies would calm the fury between Naniko and Savina. But it had only made things worse. And because it had made things worse (namely, for Savina), Kansas was actually angry with Naniko. She had not necessarily done anything wrong, but what she'd done had caused his lover such pain that he couldn't have felt any other way.
But there was another side of Kansas that longed for Nani to be okay. She truly had taught him many things... right? Kansas growled lowly to himself, putting his chin to the dirt of the riverbank and covering his muzzle with a paw, his eyes closed. How the fuck did he feel about her? Angry or piteous? Kansas was about to get up and pace and brood somewhere away from the troubling mirror that was the pretty little river, when a small noise made his ears stand upright. It was almost a chirp, a sweet little sound like the chime of a tiny bell. What was more, it spoke in Italian. What an odd turn of events.
Kansas removed his paw from his face, lifted his head, and squinted across the river. Many things happened at once. First, he caught sight of the pale, feminine form, accompanied by three, much tinier bodies. Then his icy eyes flitted quickly to the source of the bell chime. It was a dark child; even smaller than the three with their mother. And she was headed straight for the water.
"Shit! No, tesoro!" he responded, just in case Italian was all she knew. Kansas paid no more attention to the pale woman and her other babies. He baled into the river, which at that juncture came only to his ribs, and in a few powerful bounds had the pup gently by the scruff of her neck.
Whether she would have fallen or not, she was safe now. Kansas climbed the bank and deposited the child gingerly near her mother's feet. He looked her over briefly, noting the stunning, periwinkle-silver of her eyes. And then he looked up, and realized just who her mother was. He balked. "Naniko?" His slight feeling of chivalry had faded, and was replaced by uncertainty. "What... what are you doing here?" he asked quietly, dripping wet.