His mate was huge with the brood she carried. He was certain her birthing would come soon, before the depth of summer. She had told him he wouldn't be allowed in the room when she gave birth. He had told her to try and stop him. Just because some wanna-be witch doctor thought she knew best didn't mean he had to listen to her. He was in the commons, working on a small cradle like enclosure for the pups when they got older. The caverns were vast, he didn't want to see any of his offspring get lost.
He was running a plane over a plank of wood, smoothing it out, when the woman came in with a wrapped bundle under her arm. Golden eyes came up, seeing who it was, then dropped dismissively. They came up again, focusing on the bundle under her arm again, a puzzled look on his face. He spoke just loud enough for her to hear him. "What is that?" He was eying the curious bundle; under the musk of the fur, he could almost smell feathers. Had she brought a turkey into the den?
Mmmmmm. Turkey. Reminded him he'd been in here for a long time, working on the little pup enclosure, they play pen. He'd need to eat something soon. He had his ever present pack with his 'special' jerky, though that wouldn't keep him satisfied for long.
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