about last night
ft hannibal
Dutch wasn't exactly sure where to find Hannibal, but she had an inkling she should start with the cave he had found her in. to say that the dwarf was a bit nervous was an understatement. she hadn't even told Valkyrie yet; she had no idea if the band was big enough to accept her unborn pups. what then? would she go back to her homeland with Thoren and raise them there? maybe. but first, she had to make sure the father knew of them. her culture boasted of healthy family relationships and she was going to at least try to make this as normal as possible.
she wasn't mated with the piebald man, and she had no illusions of their 'relationship. it had been a casual lay that resulted in her pregnancy. if Hannibal wanted to be in their lives, she'd accept it. if he didn't, she could accept it too. she didn't feel it was fair to let him go on his way and be unaware of the children though. Dutch also wasn't sure if she could live with keeping the secret from him despite their hook-up and lack of established friendship. she didn't know him. he didn't know her. but she was trying. peering into the cave, the light from the sun rose behind her as the morning was met. his scent was here, but faint. maybe he didn't pass by this way.
sitting down, she'd try to plan something else. Deathbelle was the empress of the Ashen and the Kleins. Hannibal was a Klein. maybe she should have gone to Ashen first. but she didn't quite feel like a welcoming party and everyone sticking their nose into her business.
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