On The Far Side [Theory/Abaven]

"Ah! Sirius... he's a fearsome fellow, but fatherhood seems to have suited him, yeah?" Theory still had difficulty reconciling the image of rough-and-tumble father Sirius with the same warlord who had held her sisters captive. The images just didn't match in her head. Offering to escort a pregnant alphess seemed just up his alley. She supposed, even if she didn't quite understand it, every wolf had their own ideas of chivalry and honor. Just because she didn't understand his particular code of honor didn't mean that he didn't abide by own. "I'm glad that everything is going well... I don't know a thing about it. Pups and all that," Theory laughed. "I mean, I have my cousins and all, but I imagine it's a bit different when they're your own." Imagining life growing inside of her made her stomach flip - not necessarily in the good way. It was more "I might taste my lunch again" and less "euphoria." She just felt like there were so many things to do between now and whenever that distant, child-bearing future might be. "Well, I'll certainly be in attendance! And I'll pass the news along to everyone. I'm sure Poem and Motif will join me." Perhaps Rhyme and Samara might join them as well. Relationships seemed to be blooming all around her. "Is there anything that we can do for you in the meantime?"