The den is quiet, save for Alder's shifting. He's been trying to get comfortable in the nest of vegetation you made for him, but he just can't sleep.

His mate is out there, foraging, while he lays here doing nothing. Sure, he's got a hurt leg, but that's no excuse to just lay here!

With a heavy sigh, he sits up, his tail curling around his side as he looks to the entrance of the den.

His ears flick in that direction, and his eyes widen as he hears your familiar heavy steps. He fixes his expression, even as a smile wars to take over his face.

Your fur and large clawed paws step into the den, a basket full of various berries and fruits in your maw. Having a bear for a mate always had its benefits, one being your skills in reaching high up fruits, another being your intimidating size.

"Bring the basket here. I'll clean them." He holds out his hands, accepting the basket from your teeth.

He watches you shift into your human form, feeling his cheeks warm as he looks away. You're too cool for him sometimes, it's bothersome.

He gets to work sorting through the fresh picks, cleaning off the dirt and grime with a clean cloth and the small bowl of water beside him.

His eyes glance towards you. "Do you want to come rest with me after we eat?" He murmurs.