With Dove safe in Taviora, Mockingbird gave himself a little time to himself. Not that he really needed it, but he was growing concerned. Was something wrong? He didn't know and he understood that his proximity to Dove would only give her insight on his feelings and he did not want her to worry about him or stress out or anything like that. He had done all that he could, all that she had asked of him, trying to give Dove everything, as he felt that she was giving him everything as well. She was with him, she did not mind what he lacked -- though being oddly scentless in the male department wasn't so bad if he could sire pups -- and she was carrying his offspring in her womb right now. Offspring he had never though he could have. Because of what he lacked, he thought that wasn't an option before.

He'd simply had a few nights of comforting Dove and enjoying their bond, not giving much thought on it creating anything. Yet the moment they knew what had happened.. Mockingbird had his doubts, certainly. But then it dawned on him that Dove had only been with him, couldn't actually lie to him because of the imprinting. Realizing that he would be a father was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. So much had changed since he had returned to Moladion, and it was all for the better. He was bolder for it, without diffidence. All for Dove. Mockingbird was more than grateful for all that he now had, and he would treat Dove like a goddess, as she was his shining star and the most precious creature he had ever known. For her, Mockingbird would do anything she asked of him.

It was to the grotto that he went, because that was the place where he had been first close with Dove, and he would always remember the tunnel system fondly. He was all for living in a pack and raising a family there, but this place would always mean something to him. That was why he had to go and visit it again, to wander through those tunnels and around where they had stayed in those Winter nights and days. Where they had waited out the snowstorm, curled close. He wouldn't be here long, because he couldn't bare to be parted from Dove for long, but just for a few minutes, he could come back here and smile at what had happened here, what this place in it's own way had given him. Mockingbird was a new wolf because of her, because of all that had happened here.