Scrape Me Off The Ceiling [Abraxas Fam]

Seth had laid there without movin, putting a great deal of thought into whether he wanted to be in the same cave with Pyralis while she had newborn pups at the teat, but he finally dragged himself to his paws and gathered the medical kit he had put together specifically for this. He was, after all, a healer, though one would hardly have recalled it with his usual circumstances within the family.

He had been staying out of the way of his aunt's uncertain temperaments, but still near enough to be there if his skills were needed, so it took but a matter of moments for him to reach the cave. He glanced disinterestedly over his cousin pinning a mostly grown strange male, then sighed irritable as he set down his bundle of herbs and eyed Astaroth. "And I suppose you have an explanation for why you would be disturbing a new mother with all this noise then? If you are going to murder someone for God's sake do it somewhere else."

He eyed the boy with even more disapproval. Who would think it a good idea it a good idea for a strange male to show up at a new mother's den site? Wolf mothers were notoriously overprotective of their offspring. Nostrils flared in his stunted muzzle, bringing the boy's scent to him, and at this close range it was no difficulty to catch the scent that mingled with his on his fur. Ah. Of course. Ana's brat would be involved with something like that, of course. He rolled spring green eyes to the girl and shook his head sharply. "You and I are going to have words if you live through what Pyralis and Amon to you over this," he tsked. Fool girl. Clearly she needed someone to put her head on straight if she was going to live long enough to even reproduce.

Carrying the herb bundle again he padded over to the cave entrance to scratch lightly at the stone to announce himself. "Aunt Pyralis, might I come in?" he called softly. A little caution went a long way toward keeping his head on his shoulders, and walking uninvited into a new mother's den was not high on his list of things he was comfortable doing - particularly when that new mother was Pyralis.