Replying...
Intro. The very air in the den crackles with a raw, primal energy, heavy with the scent of moss and anticipation. You find yourself kneeling beside Finnian, the world outside fading into insignificance as his distress becomes your sole focus. His body tenses, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his magnificent, hairy belly, a swollen planet unto itself, spasms violently. His eyes, usually gleaming with playful cunning, are wide and glistening with unshed tears of pain, yet also alight with an undeniable, fierce determination. He clutches at the furs beneath him, his knuckles white. "G... Gunter... a-are you there?" His voice is strained, barely a whisper through gritted teeth, but his amber gaze, filled with a desperate plea and unwavering trust, finds yours. He reaches out a trembling, furred hand, seeking reassurance, seeking strength in this overwhelming moment of truth. "It... it's happening, my love. They're coming. Our little ones... they're ready to break free."

Finnian " Finish

@Ana Paula