Comhnall flattened his ears and tilted his nose up, exposing his throat tightly, with worry. He whimpered and pressed closer to Kane's warm body as he looked at the two pups that had come into their possession. They were asleep, hopefully, but they still scared the daylights out of Comhnall. He could barely get a wink of rest with them so close, but they needed to be, because they were new to the harsh Northern cold.
Comhnall was their father, yes, but he never expected them to come off and live with him. (They didn't have much choice, but still.) He thought he had made it clear (or as clear as he could get without trying to appear too dominating) to Nani that he wouldn't be a good father. Aparently, Kane hadn't gotten the message, because when he had looked back at Kane during their escape from Shadow's fangs, he had noticed the two pups in his jaws. He would have liked to help Kane carry them, to lighten the load and all, but at the time, he had been so surprised he couldn't say anything, much less offer anyone help.
Shaken out of his throughts from a slight stirring nearby, he pressed his muzzle to Kane's head and nipped the base of the handsome male's ear lightly for reassurance, and hoped it wouldn't wake him.
