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09-06-2013, 08:10 AM
Amenti. A pack name that he had not heard voiced, interesting. Cerulean and Amber eyes studied her ivory bodice, lingering again on the gentle swell of her pregnant body. The sight was a wash of emotions for him, he felt disgusted by the sight of the pups that would stir in her belly, and at the same time, a surge of protectiveness, that he found odd. Glancing down at the hare, his stomache rumbled, he was conflicted. Glancing between the hare, and the expecting mother, he sighed. His neck would reach, and jaws would close around the hair gently, and he would toss it towards her. "Here. You need it more than I." The words would be quiet, not a whisper but not near his full commanding tone. His haunches would lower, scraping the ground as he settled, to wait out the storm, so that he could find himself some more supper. "Who is the father, Alena?" He would ask curiously, though he was well aware this question could be considered rude. He didn't care about rudeness. Speech, |