[birth] holding the weight of your world

If it was Hannibal calling for help, Archon would be there. Besides Belle, he was the closest thing to a friend Archon cared to have. The man didn't make requests of the pack lightly, so Archon was prompt in his attendance. As he came to the border, he found Hannibal and a woman who was very obviously not a part of the pack. Archon thought maybe Hannibal had gotten himself a slave, but she was heavily pregnant. Good God how many pups were they going to have in the pack? Archon came near to the two without invading their personal space. "Hannibal," Archon said, his fur still slightly on end. "What's going on? What do you need me to do?"