She still didn’t feel great, after all there were little pups swirling around inside of her and now that she could feel them it only made her worse. Be it nerves or whatever else she didn’t know anymore. She thought being sick was an early stages thing, but everyone was different. She stood up on her sore swollen paws, the cold of the snow making them feel a little better, if not even appreciating the numbing it was providing. Still she was happy. She didn’t think things with Dexter would ever be how they were, especially now with children on the way. Things changed, but she did at least want to get any awkward feelings away. That she didn’t want anymore. She told him that day that her heart was his to do what he pleased with. She meant it. Of course she had her own desires, but his happiness mattered to her too. That was why she offered him what she had. His choice was far from the easy one.

He looked so terrified but she knew he would do great. She was the one she worried about most, but she had made do her whole life, helped raise her deaf little brother and he turned out okay, so it wasn’t as if she was devoid of experience all together. Tuari had faith in herself that she could do it with or without Dexter, but the idea of him being there, them being a family, made her chest feel light and fluttery inside. She just hoped he knew she hadn’t done this on purpose to him, making his life more complicated than it already probably was.

Her tail waved lightly at his response though. She knew he would say that and she wasn’t going to argue with it. Even if it wasn’t the dream she had been wanting it was close enough for her for now. He would be there for them if nothing else, that was about as good as she could hope for right now. She nodded smiling brightly as his expression softened, she knew there was no changing his mind once it was made up like this.

She gave a little silent giggle, the only signs of such a thing being the short exhales and quick rises and falls of her chest as she playfully bumped him back with her own shoulder before nipping him on the cheek. You bet her surprise was better, though it did make her curious as to just what it was. She wondered if he saw her little prize that she collected from the bear they had helped take down. That pelt meant more to her now, it was an experience, a story, and a more pleasant reminder of the day other than the little scar on her cheek.

She took up his offer though, leaning on him, it felt nice, she felt cared for and she loved it the entire way back. It did help her paws too, though didn’t really help her stirring stomach with the little added butterflies (or was that the puppies?) flitting about. She looked inquisitively at him when the got to her den which was ever so appropriately under a pine tree that she used to climb and watch around often. Great branches spaced for easy climbing, for her at least, though if Dexter had been practising on his own he should been able to get up there too now. Still she was curious about his gift, sitting under the pine canopy and tilting her head before looking around. Part of her hoped it was food, but her stomach didn’t really agree with that thought, but she knew her growing pups probably did.