He wondered if he had been so anxious as a first time father—Serach hardly left the small clearing where the birthing den sat. The job of keeping the caches full fell to Ice and their sorely decimated pack. Tenebrae, Arion, Lila—all gone, though the latter only to explore. Ice couldn't fault her for it. Everyone needed some time and space to think and clear their head from time to time.
But keeping a lactating mother and an anxious father fed was hard work. Ice frequently grabbed Nalda, Arnaq, or Lena, and hauled them off to try and catch bigger prey. Usually, he had his sights set on smaller deer. They were easy enough to get down between two or three wolves, and small enough to carry most of it home to their caches. Still, Ice had lost a bit of weight that spring, his body more wiry, less bulky. It'd be good with some change.
Still, to the question at hand; had he been that anxious? Protective? Had he hardly left Corinna's birthing den? Had the birth of Aiyana, Rissa, and Torrel somehow dulled his first time father senses? He couldn't remember having been in protective overdrive. Serach hardly let anyone close. Serach hardly left. Not that Ice felt any need to poke his muzzle down at Aponi, and he had never tried to push Serach's limit, but he couldn't remember being glued to Corinna like that.
Maybe it was different because he was in love with Aponi. Maybe it was different because his head wasn't full of worry about someone else. Maybe he was just different from Ice in that regard. Ice shook his head to himself.
The howl cut through the wet early morning, a summons he couldn't ignore nor mistake. White ears were upright on his head, paws striking the dew-wet ground, the drizzle turning him a darker shade of gray. The pups were coming out! He felt too old to be super enthusiastic, a patience glacier instead, and selfishly he just wanted his son to get a bit more normal again. He was so.. on edge, ready to bite anyone. Ice didn't push it, but it bothered him. They needed to be more to keep everyone fed and safe in the long run.
He wasn't the first, and from Nalda's absence, he hoped not the last, either. Second to last was good enough. Aponi stood in front of her birthing den, three tiny shadows beneath her. Serach bowed in front of them, and Arnaq laid on the ground a few feet away. Ice's ears swept forward, then tilted back, and he hunched his neck and lowered his head. At least no one had died yet.
He chuffed out a greeting before sitting down behind Arnaq, keeping his face politely interest so as to not spiral into the territory of overbearing. As a younger wolf, kids was what Indru had lured him home with, but now, the memories of Serach and Sceral's own first adventure into the world overlapped with the present. It was..uncomfortable. All he could think of was Triell, coming with those devastating news.