“You know, I find this by far the most fascinating of all my accomplishments.”

His voice is assured as always, those strange black eyes lifting to meet Nivaq’s own as he turns yet another circle around the snowy and grey creature, observing closely her thoroughly rounded belly, the result of his winter hypothesis that certain actions would in fact, result in reproduction. He is, to an extent, rather pleased with himself and his own prediction that certain things would achieve the results he sees before him now. He may well still be drawn upon his acceptance of imprinting, content to believe to a certain extent that he is still afflicted in some manner by a disease of sorts and yet, if the evident vaccine for such a thing was merely to spend time in the presence of the only female whom he has ever believed to be in possession of a perfectly formed skull- then so be it. It had, of course, been his prediction that with her exceptional proportions and his own muscular form that such a genetic pairing would result in rather exceptional offspring. That Niviaq had been willing (or hormone driven enough) to allow him to test such n outrageous experiment had been the icing upon his cake, the male entirely satisfied with his work as his golden head tilts once more, moving to lay his head momentarily against Nivaq’s side, listening, it would seem- for any sound from within her, yet struggling to hear beyond her stomachs digestive abilities.

“Do you feel anything? I find it remarkable that in this very moment you actually contain life, do they kick?”

His fascination with his pregnant imprint is evidently clear in these moments as he moves to brush past her, stunning pelt of gold and bronze aglow within the morning light as the black-eyed prodigy strides forward a further few steps, shaking his pelt with dutiful care before returning his attention back to his….significant other, after all, imprint is still a word he chooses to remain suspicious of. Mate, he thinks, is a far superior word and yet he is hesitant in it’s use. Emotions, perhaps, are not his most exceptional strength, such things unable to be classified or understood by any law of science and as such he remains hesitant of them. He has some desire to hold a certain claim over Niviaq in a more official capacity and yet some lingering fear that she may not desire this assure the words remain within his mind. That he may, in fact, be suffering the very common fear of rejection is entirely beyond him, assured that such trivial things are for the less intelligent.

“I am intending to scale this side of the mountain, Purge has requested a meeting and that you accompany me, so I do think we should begin. I have calculated that with your increased size and tendency to waddle because of that size, if we start now, we should be there on time. I have also calculated the highly likely chance that Purge will be late. She desires to know how better to go unchallenged and I have every belief being on time would assist. I am given also to believe she may dislike that though. Come, we should start if we are going to maintain a schedule.”

Ever the romantic. He offers the girl a beaming grin all the same, clearly failing to have recognised what at all might be wrong with such a paragraph before proceeding to climbs upward, paws beating a steady rhythm against the snow covered earth as he does, glorious golden pelt flicking and flashing within the sun like a diamond atop the snow while Niv’s own allowed the female to blend so much better. The climb, as Pan anticipated was not so entirely taxing, the male continuing to pause and wait for his pregnant companion until it was they reached Purge’s den atop the mountain, the golden boy paused outside, a bark released into the gloom as he seated himself to wait for Niviaq to join him.

“Purge? I have come to discuss with you the ways in which you might remain unchallenged, if you care to hear them and I have brought Niviaq, as requested.”