Spotlight on Centerstage [Abraxas Fam]

Pups. Astaroth grumbled to herself a bit, flicking an ear back and overall feeling rather... awkward. She was of age now to have pups, having just experienced her first heat - but she did not want pups yet. She didn't think she'd be expected to have children so soon; after all, her aunt Pyralis waited a rather long time to do so. Still, it didn't stop her from avoiding her family and father while she was in heat... and while her father's... whatever Naamah was, while she was pregnant and with young pups.

It also felt weird that these pups... well, that they existed. Logically, Astaroth knew that they had been doted on just as much, that her and her littermates had seen the same amount of pride in his eyes as he now looked upon Naamah and the pups. That didn't bother her. It was weird to be thought of as an older siblings. What did that even entail?

Still, she couldn't avoid it forever, and the little whelps were likely to be out and about soon, so she edged closer to the den, her eyes falling on her father, carrying a fat hare, and her aunt... who was approaching her father from behind. She watched as she carefully scooted closer, snorting as Pyralis attempted to greet her brother with a bite on the ass. Typical, typical Pyralis. Grinning now, and her presence being given away, her eyes drifted back to her father as she inclined her head ever-so-slightly in a silent greeting.