The buns are out of the oven!

Hati was feeling restless, ready to start his job but unwilling to do all the work himself. That's why there were two of them, right? So when she'd dropped off the face of the earth - or Arcanum territory, anyway - when she'd looked so close to just exploding from all the little bastards she was carrying, he had a pretty good feeling she was either shacked up somewhere with her pups and mate - of course neglecting her duties and all - or dead. He'd followed her fading scent off the territory into the hills. If it was the first issue, he fully planned to put the fear of the gods into her and drag her and her spawn back to the pack so she could get back to work. If the second, he'd piss on her grave and go make Cat appoint him a new partner.

But the trail ended abruptly in a hole in a hill smelling not of blood but of milk, and Hati rolled his eyes. He'd had such high hopes for her as his partner, and here she was actually raising a family like some... weak female. She could have at least drown the brats, not wasted time feeding them, cleaning them, whatever it was that mothers were supposed to do. Gods, females were such trouble.

"Daegmar," he called out with a growl, keeping his distance from the mouth of the den. Last thing he wanted was for her to come out snapping at his face because he was too close to her precious little darlings. Though a good brawl was tempting. "The fuck you doing out here?"



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