At any other time, Percival might shrug off the possibility that they aren't compatible for reproduction while he's a wolf, but being in rut makes that feel like a failure - one he can't control. His jaw tightens and he tries to ignore the barb of it. He can't control it, he can't prevent it from happening, and it has the potential to render useless their frequent and likely vigorous attempts in the next few days. They both want this, and it will be a failure on his part if they cannot manage it this time.

He thinks of Essek's last heat and the amount of time he spent as a wolf rather than a human. Percival tries not to let the frustration bubble up, tries to focus instead on the way Essek strokes his hair.

"Yes," he agrees quietly. Percy consoles himself with another kiss, lingering as he holds his mate close. He reminds himself that they have plenty of time, that there will be other opportunities to try if Essek comes out of heat again without a pregnancy. But now that they have decided this is what they both want--he wants to give this to Essek.