He couldn't say it was hard, really and truely honestly hard, to go between two women and care for both. Because he had not. His heart was for Naamah and while Kiska had been a good lay there was really no feelings beyond the hurt and lust he'd felt when seeing Naamah with that other male. Yes, he'd seen the two together. He'd watched them for days. It had been painful, like his chest had been squeezed tight by a vice like grip and not released. It still wasn't released. It still felt this way. But he felt now atleast that he'd gotten his revenge on the matter and had not even let on when near to Naamah's den that he even felt such greif over the whole situation.
Instead he'd busied himself training the little french pup in all that he could, and hunting. He wanted meat but he knew that Naamah would need it more, that the little french pup would need it as well. So much of his time these days is spent dragging carcass after carcass into the den, pulling the bones and left overs out. It wasn't the greatest job he'd ever had but he did it and he did it damn well. Like to see Enderly do this shit. As it is he's just returning from grabbing a few choice snowshoe hares, their snowy white fur stained red by their own blood. He figured their fluffy pelts would make a nice bed for the pups when their born in spring and knew Naamah would like the meat within.
He doesn't make a noise as he pads through the passage ways, one could get so easily lost if they didn't know which way to turn, at times one would think up was down and down was up. But Samil is an expert of these caves and though his great bulk makes it hard to get through some spots he's spent time traversing them so that he can detour these tight spots and still get where he wants to. His breathing is light as he squeezes himself into the den and lays the hares down for Naamah's expecting eyes. He does not wag his tail in expectation of a pat for a job well done, he simply seats himself in the darkest of the corners and waits for her to have her fill.
"talks like this"