Themisto's tail would wiggle as she stood to meet him, his stomach flopping within him as their mismatched gazes met. Though his cheerful expression would morph as Twigs did, and she would reveal the truth behind the stiff atmosphere. She was.. pregnant? He wondered how that was possible, seeing that she hadn't been in heat when he met her a few weeks ago. He would tip his audits backward, and his lips would quiver as a frown threatened to strike his features. He would keep a neutral expression though, the slightest hint of a smile played across his lips. "Pre-Pregnant?" He would say astonished, though he would try to remain as calm as possible. He didn't want to make her upset, but it truly was bewildering. "Who's the father, Twig?" He wondered if this had been her decision, or if it had been accidental and due to her encounter with the rogue. He would crane his neck forward so that he could gently nuzzle her neck in an attempt to comfort her should she be upset about this. Her gaze remained on her slate dipped paws, and his sunset kissed orbs would rest upon her striking features until she chose to look back up and respond. He would wait until he got answer's to address the other female as well.
