The buns are out of the oven!

Daegmar slipped out of the little den with little fanfare and no snapping teeth, to Hati's mild disappointment. Though his disappointment was eased a little at her words. A smirk even made it's way to his muzzle. Would she really kill them? It would almost be worth it to see, though Hati's oft-silent conscience stirred and sent him the barest hints of suppressed memories at the thought, and Hati had to narrow his eyes to focus past them. "Getting rid of them, then? How's Cat feel about losing out on more Arcanum wolves like that then? Or are we just not tellin' her?" He didn't bother to mask the approval in his tone. No pups meant no doing all the work, which was fine by him.

The approach of the young male wouldn't have gone unnoticed even had Daegmar not spotted him. The wet-dog smell was unmistakable, and Hati's head swiveled around to stare haughtily at the boy. One of their allies, was he? "So's he the dad then?" The words slipped out unbidden, and Hati winced, cursing his impetuous voice immediately, because beneath the aroma of wet fur it was obvious just by scent that the boy was too young by far to have fathered this litter. "Mrhgh. Didn't need anything, cept to make sure you weren't going to skip out on your duties because baby-daddy wanted you to stay home and raise his munchkins."

Any words that may have continued to grate out of him were interrupted by the sudden, incredibly unexpected sight of Loki practically leaping on them from another hill, then acting like he'd meant to do it, like some damned cat. "The fuck you mean, fancy seeing me here?" he growled. Godsdamn, he hated Loki so much. "At least I have a reason to be here. You stalking me now or something? Or are you here for the..." Hati's tone had started out mockingly, but trailed off suddenly as his eyes narrowed and darted between Loki and Daegmar, noting the anxious set of Loki's slim body (because when the hell was Loki ever actually anxious?) and the way those green eyes kept darting to the den carved in the hill, and Hati suddenly started to laugh. It was a deep, grinding laugh like old machinery that hadn't been oiled in a while, but it was a laugh. "Oh this is too rich. You're here for them? You, Loki Hroovitnisson, are the baby-daddy? Didn't even know you were capable of getting someone knocked up."

He dropped back on his hindquarters, hilarity still rolling from his chest in a dry chuckle.



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