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The tangient Ignita went on was a familiar thing for his Consort, and he couldn’t help the flicker of amusement at her words. When Ignita broke out in sweat and clutched her stomach, he was quick to move to her side. Drawing her closer to him in a movement shockingly gentle against his size. Ignita’s movement’s had reminded him of why he had come here in the first place. To limit Ignita’s movements. Ground her, if he had to.

When Yara ventured just a hair too close in her concern, Basilisk bared his teeth at her. Ignit’s pain and the vulnerable swell of her belly left him feeling overly protective. Yara wasn’t a threat, but in that moment he would have ripped her paw off if she touched Ignita with it. He turned back to his fiance, the scowl in his voice. “You're doing too much. You need to be still and resting.” He growled. “You're vulnerable right now, the more you do, the more you put yourself and the pups at risk.”


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