Make It Better
04-23-2014, 12:41 AM
Walk | Talk | Think Well, there was no longer any question. Ashtoreth was pregnant. What she had been worried about since she had realized where her feelings for Leon were heading was now a reality. All those insecurities and doubts that had been quietly picking at her mind all these years were suddenly more real than they had ever been and would not give her any time to rest. She had only just come to the realization and already keeping this secret alone was killing her. She needed to tell him, to let him know and pray that somehow he might be able to make it better. For the both of them. There was no telling where the blue-eyed, mottled brown wolf was - ever since the reestablishment of the pack he had gone back to the digammas, no longer part of the sigma team that she coordinated with - and she had little knowledge of what he had planned for the day. Was he far away? Was he working on something important? No, this is more important, she assured herself as she hurriedly padded through the den site, this is way more important. She could hardly keep herself still as she wound around the woods beside the den site and came to stop outside of the entrance to their own den marked by the three boulders that composed the opening framework. Of course he was not here, but she had expected that; she just wanted a quiet place for them to have the impending conversation. Gold and purple eyes nervously panned left and right before Ashtoreth lifted her muzzle enough to call out to her mate, her message colored with her worry. Likely it would only bring Leon about in an equally frazzled mood but she could hardly control her anxious fidgeting let alone mask her voice too. She stood and waited, hoping he would arrive soon and be able to fix the worrisome problems that she was having. |