Carry Me, Carry Me, Carry Me Now

The ivory dame had heard the mans call. She lifted her body from the earth, tummy slightly plumping more and more as each day went by. Cairo and Friction had been her Casanovas for more than a few weeks, and one of them, maybe both, had done the trick. Her back and other parts ached from the constant intercourse, but it was all worth it. She was pregnant, and if things worked out she would have a litter. She hadn't gained much weight so she guess the litter would be fairly small. She followed the lingering sound as it rang out across the lands of Valhalla. He was calling everyone forth to give out ranks. She was still lead beta, but her time was coming to an end. She was six years old and pregnant. Once she had trained Cairo's daughter she would step down, giving her the full rank. The lady was aging, but she hadn't fallen yet. She still had a year or two under her belt, then she could fully step down. When she had arrived on the scene a few wolves were gathered around Collision. She slithered past them, aiming to reach the front of the crowd. When the large man was only feet away she stopped, icy gaze looking to meet his own. "As far as I know I am still lead beta. I'm aging quickly, and on top of that i'm expecting a litter next season. I wish to keep my rank for at least a year or two longer, then I will step down. Chrysanthe will be an excellent beta after I have shown her the ropes" Before he could reply she stepped back, allowing others to speak.