2 Timothy 4:2 [SERMON AND MEET THE PUPS]

*Lucretia* · 08-13-2019, 02:09 PM

Although she had been feeling unwell since tending to Dea and Deathbelle's births, she knew it was important to put up a brave face for the pack. The gift of Bourbon had been a welcome distraction - his endless positivity radiated forth like a cleansing balm. She laid beneath Deathbelle's perch, able to smell each individual puppy with how close she was. Lucretia was willing to hear Archon's sermon out, if only for the sake of her sister and her children. It had been days since she'd last eaten and she was looking positively ribby and unwell, but she tried to hide it by grooming and fluffing out her coat.

With a soft whine, she buried her nose into Bourbon's shoulder. She was she glad that he was also in attendance, it gave her an excellent shield to hide behind. Luckily, getting him acquainted with the pack rules and her den had given her an excellent excuse to make herself scarce in the public eye aside from private diagnostic visits with her sister. The puppies had begun to develop some... interesting attributes. For now, their growth was unimpeded by the discovery. It would be a game of waiting and seeing, which Lucretia hated, but there were some things you couldn't rush.

"lucretia mutters..."

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