Curiosity Killed the Kitty

The male was curled around his wife, her belly growing larger day by day. She was getting huge, and it made him wonder just how many pups they would be having. Humming softly he began to lick the top of her head, a soothing motion for both of them. She was so tired these days, Wren was hardly wake for most of the day. Just enough to eat and whine about the little leeches in her belly. Chuckling softly he moved down to her neck, nibbling softly. Ah, even her scent had changed since she carried his pups. The smell of her became sweeter, and made her crave him more. But he had to push those thoughts aside, she was in no condition for that sort of thing. She might just bite off his toes if he tried, something that seemed a little too common. Motif had made a move for his toes as well. Apparently that was a thing that pregnant dames did...

A howl sounded out for the leader, and Bass' ears perked. Strange, he wasn't expecting anyone. But then again, most calls that came he didn't expect. Uncurling himself from around his wife he licked her head one last time, slipping away from the warm den and into the frigid winter. He shivered slightly, puffing up his white coat as he made his way to the scent line the separated him and the rest of the world. He rose his brow at the woman who stood there, violet fur iridescent with the snow against it. It wasn't how she looked that made him perk though, it was her scent. Imperium. Valentine was their leader, the oaf who was hitting on his sister. Swallowing his growl he closed the gap, dipping his head at the woman. "Hello, I am Bass Destruction, Azat -- or alpha -- of Abaven. Do you come with news from Imperium?" He was quite proud of him, he kept the grumpiness from his tone, instead it was his normal voice. He even smiled at her, knowing that this woman was not here to hit on his sisters. Hopefully.