Mid-morning, overcast clouds
The past few weeks had been surreal. Every time he reflected on them, Serach could not help but question the reality of whether or not he had actually lived them. He was still furious with Aponi, but his anger had lost its rashness and harshness. Rather than yelling at her, he simply kept his distance. When they spoke, he responded curtly. In front of their kids, he would even smile, although he doubted the smile ever reached his eyes. He hoped that his loved ones were ignorant of what had occurred to between the two leaders, but they were all smart and he would be shocked if they did not suspect at least something was amiss. But as Aponi's belly began to visibly swell, the distance he was enforcing between them began to decrease. He dutifully helped her clean up the birthing den, and brought her the choicest bits of meat from their hunts. He enforced the pack's borders with his scent, furiously marking every tree and brush so any stranger - or former friend - knew that this was Serach's territory. Despite his anger, he was determined to stay true to his promise that he would father the pups growing in her stomach, even if they were not actually his.
A freshly caught rabbit hung from Serach's jaws as he walked towards the den this morning. He'd been stalking it for the better part of the early hours before he had finally cornered it in its warren, and while not the same as presenting Aponi with a chunk of meat from big game, he hoped she would be grateful for it. She was inside the den, which although surprising was not immediately concerning. Even having given birth inside the Bend twice in years past, Aponi still had her nesting instincts. So he approached the entrance of the den and set the hare down, only noting that something was different when the familiar smells and sounds of birth registered in his brain. Already? he thought, scrambling down onto his stomach, his head in the entrance of the den so could peer inside. "Aponi? I'm here. Everything alright?" he asked into the darkness, his voice earnest but also excited about what was to transpire.