1, 2 ,3, This is How We Be
12-09-2013, 04:22 PM
Azalea was back in Valhalla. They had managed to win her back, but it seemed that it had been at a price. He hadn't noticed it at the meeting, since he had been too engrossed in trying to listen to what his Aunt was going to say, but once everyone dispersed and he had gotten time alone for himself, he realized that he had missed something about his sister. Her scent was different. It was still somewhat tainted from her stay in Glaciem, but there was a new element to it; one he hadn't picked up on right away. Azalea was pregnant. Pregnant. As in his little sister had little tiny pups in her womb. But from who... He tried not to think of who his new nieces and nephews stemmed from, but one image kept popping in to his head as made the journey from his den to the one that his sister was residing in. A brief talk with Chrysanthe had revealed Azalea's choice of residence, which was where he was headed to now. Skull would be tucked towards his chest, ears folded flat, ceruleans narrowed to slits as he trudged his way through the storm, the howling winds of the blizzard deafening. He didn't care really that it was storming outside, he wanted to see his sister and dammit he would. He had to meet his new family...and find out who was the sire to those children, though he already had a hunch. It wouldn't take him long to find Aza's chosen den, the tell tale trees alerting him to it. He would push onward through the snow, making his way to the mouth of the den, slitted eyes finding his sister's figure curled up, her back to the mouth of the den. He would walk forward until his head was inside the den, allowing his voice to carry easier. Aza? It's me Gael. Can I come in? He would remember his father's warning when his mother had given birth to his baby sisters and wait patiently at the mouth of the den for his sister to welcome him or shun him. Talk like this |