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His eyes--those intent blue eyes--examined her with an intensity unmatched, her skin crawling at the slightest as she tried to comprehend the magnitude in which they peered into her. The emotions he communicated through his optics were a cool, concealed mix of things she couldn't begin to decipher, and her heart quickened slightly under his observations--a natural reaction to one who almost felt like she was being judged or scrutinized for something she knew not of. Jupiter's muscles drew taught and tense without her permission, and though the change was minute, hardly a shift to another creature, to the Sol it felt as if she'd quaked.



The opinions of her pack members mattered to Jupiter and the very prospect of one of her most loyal being displeased with her in some way was foreign, frightening, and dreadful. He offered a kind smile and she took it without hesitation, mentally holding the gesture close to reassure herself she had not upset him in some way, and allowed her stalwarts to cease their tightening and relax.



Words came forth from his lips and in response, pity came forth to her conscience. She suppressed it from her features, as pity seemed to always come across negatively for some reason. She paused as he mentioned the den, but as he concluded his dialogue, she shook her head.



"I shall seek some other place before I resort to yours. For her to return to the den should she regret her decision and finding me, pregnant with pups, inside of it..." she trailed off momentarily. She was unsure whether or not Laxago would be driven to violence with her assumptions, but for all she knew by the time (that was, if she ever) returned, the lass may be crazed. She diverted her attention to his own mental health, a gentle smile upturning the corners of her lips. "Aid me, my dear Deteste, but do not serve." Gentle gaze flicked over his form and then to the earth, an appreciative grin striking her features. "You are, like the rest of the pack, close to my heart. Ludicael is all of our homes, but I'm glad that more binds us than the lands we live in."



She pursed her lips, dial lifting to peer in the direction Aria had gone, countenance laden with thoughtfulness. She winced at another kick but the expression of brief pain faded. Ouch, that one kind of hurt, she mused inwardly, but their activity was pleasing and showed that they were still healthy and, most importantly, alive.



"Aria and yourself get along well, so it seems. And so do we, obviously." The Sol spoke with her path of sight turned away from him but she now glanced back, warmth written upon every crevice and plane of her visage, but there was a definite mask of professionalism solid upon her face. "Deteste, should you feel up to it, I would want nothing more for you to lead beside me as Sol."