Neither wolf would do anything for a long time, though she knew he'd noticed her. She could feel his eyes on her rounded abdomen, the pups growing fast than she would have ever realized. The big day would come up fast, and to say she was ill prepared was an understatement. Even with encouragement from Orchid and Othello Isolde felt like she would never be ready to face when she had to rid her womb of the whelps.
Finally she'd hear her name upon his lips, a gentle murmur as he pushed forward to close the distance she'd put between them. She would that she wanted to growl at him, to bite him and scream to let him know her displeasure. To show him that what he'd done was wrong, but as she looked into his eyes she'd find the guilt that settled there. She'd huff at him, tearing away her gaze as he brought himself near. She really didn't feel like being close right now. "What've you brought me here for?" She'd say softly, You didn't seem to want me at all...
