Don't Ask
01-16-2015, 07:23 AM
Kassander blinked when he heard the call, both unfamiliar and yet somehow... dredging through memory he plucked out a voice rarely heard even when she had actually been here. The healer's apprentice, Callisto. She had disappeared some time back, when Val was still here he thought though he'd been scarce himself at the time so he would hardly have known. He'd assumed her to have left of her own free will, or to have died elsewhere as there had been no indication in Ebony that said otherwise and no one had approached her with any concerns. So why was she calling for him? Curious, the young king followed the call. Curiosity turned to wariness when he realized the call came from within pack boundaries. Not at the borders requesting re-admittance, but beside the lake this territory centered around. His brow knotted further as he came closer to the woman, and the signs became clear to the healer. Callisto had puppies. The signs were there if one thought to look. The slight change in figure, the lingering scent of milk and motherhood, the still voluptuous... uh... teats... actually he probably shouldn't look at those. Kassander laid his ears back as he stopped before her, though his soulful gaze held no anger. "Callisto," he greeted, then stopped. As a healer he wanted nothing more than to give her sanctuary and ask no questions until she was willing to talk about them but... as the alpha he couldn't do that. He had to ask questions, including why she was on Ebony territory again after leaving the pack, and the fact that she'd birthed puppies he hadn't even known she was pregnant with. Torn between his two roles and uncertain of what he could even say, the Xanilov just... waited. |