Ava had already been subtly aggressive about furthering the line. It was ingrained in him that he should do this at some point, but he never really knew when. He was not particularly prepared to be a father. What was to it anyway? He never had a father. He had Heyel. His fur bristled slightly at the thought of him and how he bears his face for the rest of his life.

He was drawn to her, his imprint, and what he wanted from her was something indeed primal. But he had felt...odd about it, especially as of late. He felt like she was violated in some way, and that he could sense her stronger now. He didn't understand it, and wondered if it was simply his own mind playing tricks on him. He knew he would have to go see her, if he could escape from the ever-watchful grasp on Anima for one day. She would not be pleased, his Anima. Even if his feelings were harsh towards his imprint, she would never be satisfied that they were bonded. Perhaps if he did impregnate her, she would have to remained confined to the den for a bit. He cared for her, but still had to resolve this uncomfortable feeling.

His orange slashed violet eyes look to her as she speaks. The forest on their own was not exactly the smartest decision. Especially as of late. He smelled the stench of other predators as of late. He knew what he could take, and a fight between a mad cat or bear was a tough one. Doable? Of course. Does he want to deal with that or find his children eaten? No. His hardened face contemplates her words for a moment, and his eyes narrow slightly.

"Claws and teeth roam as of late," he says, lifting nose to the air. He inhaled the fall air, lips lifting slightly to show teeth.

"Dangerous for young," he says, his eyes moving back to her. He knew not the status of many of the packs as of late, but he showed no interest in them. Only Eden would understand, but with him and Anima? Imprints, they are, but would that not drive Eden to protect what Anima desires? Would it not bring such a drive in him? Just the thought of someone touching his imprint brings his blood to boil, or someone upsetting her while he is around. Would Eden feel the same? Just while their pups are young and unable to defend themselves? He looks to Anima, ear twitching slightly.

"Glorall bene est, ut pugnet cum non portabit,"(Glorall is always an option, just when you bear young unable to fight) he asks, his ears falling back slightly, not knowing what to expect from her. He knows that Anima...dislikes Eden. He wishes to remain practical, and potentially use Eden to his advantage. At the same time, Anima could very well want to rip his throat out at the suggestion. If he has to protect his young without the security of a pack he will...but if one of those bears comes, they may have to be sacrificed if they are unable to fight.