The Call

Suzaro's eyes shown a bit of curiosity as his optics focused upon his mate's gentle, silver orbs. All he could think about was her soft touch and gentle voice, but that would have to wait for a while. The sounds of the wind echoed throughout his lobes, causing them to shift slightly to make sure nothing, such as branches, twigs, or anything else came into contact with him and Trica. There was no way he would let her get killed, no way in hell would he ever let someone come between them. His golden orbs, after making sure there were no other issues, looked back over to the alabaster woman and tilted his head slightly in confusion. What was it that she wished to talk about? Did it have something to do with the lost pup, Migi, or family matters?

"What is it, Trica?" He would ask, bring her crown closer to his chest and making sure that she was warm in the den. He wondered when he should be ready to head to the pack, or if he would even decide to go to the pack that his mate had resided in for some time now.

There was no way he would not stop seeing his pups when her due date had occurred. They were his children, ad she, he know, would be a good mother for his pups. At least his craziness would not rub off of them, if it ever did.