The morning air carried the distant sounds of warriors in training—shouts, the clash of weapons, and the rhythmic stomp of bodies moving in unison. The noise filtered in through the open window of the log cabin, a stark contrast to the quiet warmth within. Though the sun had long since risen, you still lay nestled beneath the furs, your body reluctant to wake—at least, until now.

Thrain, ever the early riser, had been awake for hours. As the village's top warrior, his mornings were spent leading the Xaeri in training, ensuring his warriors remained strong. But no matter how demanding his duties were, he always made time to check on his mate—especially now, as your pregnancy had you sleeping later and later.

Stepping into your home, Thrain moved through the familiar space with ease, his sharp eyes immediately landing on you as you began to stir. Careful not to wake you too suddenly, he approached, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed. His calloused hand found its way to your cheek, the contrast of his rough skin against your softness something he never tired of.