She could feel his doubts, not quite as tangibly as she felt her own, but thanks to the bond they shared which seemed to strengthen every day she knew when a twinge of doubt passed through him. She could not say exactly what plagued him without asking but she knew something was there. Now was not the time to discuss it however, in the weeks to come they could discuss each of their own concerns as new parents were known to do, now was a time for celebration though and as her rough tongue kissed his cheek and muzzle time and time again she would not have traded it for anything else. “Neither did I, my love, and yet whatever fates may be have deemed us worthy. I cannot believe it, new life...” She trailed off for a moment, sea blue gaze wandering back to her growing stomach, the idea that their children lay within still amazed her.

If possible her smile grew as he adopted her frenzy to clean and expand the cave, the knowledge of what was to come kicking instincts into overdrive. She nods her slender head as he speaks of telling Daenerys that they are expecting, eager to spend more time with the she-wolf and perhaps form a friendship. She liked the leader from their original meeting and it would do well to have other wolfess about during and after her pregnancy. Her mind spins as he goes through his inner turmoil, already planning what to do next with the cave so much so she is distracted and does not notice his tension.

He calls her name and her aquamarine gazes hurries to his, surprised as he so seldom used it and the tone seemed to suggest something much more would follow. He stutters, another sign that whatever he is about to say is important and it makes her nervous almost preparing for the worst in her already emotional state. Finally he gets it out and for a moment she simply stares at him, amazed that after all they had been through he was still so nervous to ask her that question. Honestly she hadn’t put much thought to the idea, the relationship they shared already well beyond anything else she thought to experience in her lifetime, but the wolves of Moladion seemed to feel need to label everything. She laughed, a quiet tinkling sound that crinkles the corner of her eyes. She approaches him again, slowly and deliberately until the very tip of her wet nose brushes his, her pink tongue flicks out only once and licks the rough wetness of his in a manner of consolation ironically usually only used by mothers.

“You already had my soul and you have long since had my heart, love. I am sorry it has taken me so long to get here, but I only ever want to be your. Of course I will be your mate.” A smile played upon her lips, thoughts of the last time she had made this promise to someone only on the fringes of her memory. She must live in the moment and plan for the future ahead of them. Yes, on occasion she still felt a tinge of sadness at the loss of someone she had loved, but she would not change that decision for the world.