Please Miss, for me, Sis,

Still on alert, the Alpha would wait for her answer, which wouldn’t be quick in its coming. The pregnant wolf shifted her weight, uncomfortable with her large belly, and fighting the urge to snap at this wolf before her. Her duty one out, and she kept her cool as she gave the stranger a chance to speak her peace.

“Aid?” Shaye repeated, puzzled as she looked over the woman more carefully. What did she need aid from? Hmm, she realised in a moment, recognising the scent of the woman as developed, changed into something more. She was pregnant, as Shaye was, through clearly not nearly as far along as the heavily pregnant Alpha. “What can Abaven do for you, stranger?’ she asked, a little more gently this time.