At the very least, the crying seemed to stop. While he knew she wasn’t injured, it was some relief all the same. The tears tugged at his heart strings, no matter if he was hurt or upset or whatever else those nameless emotions were, rolling around in the pit of his stomach. Pip had bred willingly – though it was becoming increasingly clear to him that she had not quite understood what the consequences would be. That, of course, left the father of this illegitimate litter. If he had not physically forced himself upon Pip, he had, at the very least, not made sure the woman would be fine with bearing his pups, if the mating caught. He clearly was not caring for her now as he should be, given the change in scent.
But he would deal with this loner later.
There was no reason to stress the omega out further. Rumbling quietly, he moved to his sister’s side, shoving his snout into her ruff. After a moment of shared silence, he nudged at her side again, urging her to stand. “Come, Pip. We should go back to the territory. I would like to talk to you about pregnancy and pups, at least – so there are no other surprises.” His smile, though weak, was an honest one. “I promise, Pip. We will make it okay.”