drink! drank! drunk!

“I’m unhappy for much the same reason.” He said pointedly. He knew fault wasn’t with himself, he had after all sired a litter before he had even reached full maturity. Albeit they had been small whelps that had done nothing but bring him shame but he had sired them long before any male should have been able to.

“Remember that you carrying my cubs was part of our agreement.” He said with an accusatory snarl. “Are you perhaps too old to take children?” He bit the words off harshly and flung them carelessly at her, challenging her to dare to fight him or to submit and learn her place.

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