One Way or Another

There was nothing Saracyn enjoyed more than spending time with his beloved mate, so when Avacyn had said she wanted to join him for his routine patrols on the mainland he was delighted to have her join him. The two wolves prowled the borders of the Rock Garden, Sara's eyes turned up for any signs of threats or trespassers while his raptors circled overhead, providing an eye in the sky. The pair were quiet for a good chunk of their patrol, exchanging small talk every so often while they worked, but through it all Saracyn couldn't shake the feeling that something was weighing on his mate's mind. She seemed... distracted, wrapped up in her own headspace. He had just considered asking her if everything was okay when Ava volunteered those answers to him without him needing to ask.

It seemed that their future was on her mind, her thoughts turned towards pups and being parents again. Almost immediately, Saracyn's expression perked up as he considered the idea of trying for more pups with Avacyn—but deflated a bit when she mentioned using a surrogate. Oh. Right. That would be the logical way to do things, wouldn't it. Still, the Mendacium brute couldn't shake the primitive urge to reproduce with his soulmate, regardless of knowing the risks and consequences. "Damn, I was really looking forward to more puppy making with you," he teased her with an exaggerated sigh and slump of his shoulders. Looking back to Ava with a more serious look on his face, Sara asked the most obvious question to her proposal. "Are you saying you want me to go fuck another fae and get her pregnant then?" The crimson brute raised a curious brow. Would his twin prove to not be the jealous type at the prospect of him impregnating another woman?

"Avacyn & Saracyn"