Knock knock

Azariah was in awe, so far, pack life had been surprisingly good! She even found a friend in the alpha's partner! The monochrome witch hoped it wasn't only because of their shared pregnancies, but from a genuine connection, she was very genuine about it. Friendship was good for pregnant women, Aza beamed at the thought that once again struck her. She was pregnant! Ulric had done something the devil hadn't even been able to do! She moved with a prouder gait, some inner confidence finally boosted by the thought of hosting life within her. Ever since the ebony woman had made the symptoms she experienced make sense, there had been a noticeable rise in Fae activity, constant tinkling heard as each one gossiped about her condition. Sometimes it was a bit much to block out, harder to watch the glowing figures when she was almost always within ear shot of someone.

Azariah wanted to be a good pack member, while she may not be a fighter, she could alert someone with a surprising amount of skill. She had made a ritual of sorts out of meeting Tamsyn on her outings, walking being good for women as well, Azariah was more than happy to not be alone on what basically amounted to an alarm patrol. Tamsyn was a good companion, she was easy to get along with and Azariah owed her knowledge of her pregnancy to. So when they met up for the day's patrol, Azariah was quick to smile and wave her tail, chatting as they went on their way. She wasn't far behind Tam with her litter and she could already tell her and Ulric's love had overdone its job.

It wasn't long until they spied a figure waiting on the border, one Tam seemed quite happy to see. Both women hurried their way over, Azariah close behind the second in command as they made to greet the wolf. Wolf? The horned woman sat waiting, practically bursting with life herself. Azariah had never seen horns on a wolf, and she found she couldn't stop staring, though her ruby gaze was not a rude or invasive one. Aza gave a smile as her ebony friend greeted and introduced her to the woman, Zee. The only response that Azariah could think of came bursting from her mouth before she could think of something more elegant to say. "Hi, nice to meet you! I like your horns!" The monochrome woman didn't want to sound like a complete idiot, but she was a socially awkward individual.