The proud secondary Beta was walking through the Plains, enjoying the feeling of green grass beneath her paws. Pregnant belly was not obvious at first, but upon looking at her a second time, the bulging sides and slightly protruding underbelly were noted. With each step she took, Maija's stomach would wiggle from the soft vibrations. There was a glow about her, one she hadn't experienced since the last time she carried her first litter. It made her fur brilliantly glow and cause her to look radiant. As she walked along the borders, she caught the scent of someone familiar. Ears perked and her walk turned into a trot. She headed towards the source and came upon the familiar clearing with dens scattered here and there. This was where Cataleya had chosen her spot, her place to live and not be bothered. A soft smirk came upon her face as she slowly walked towards the gathering of uninhabited dens. Most of them were empty, and among them, one of them could be her new potential residence. She kept this thought to herself and instead looked for the silvery Queen whose presence she desired. Talk like this

Another would approach, their paw steps quiet, muted. Her crown would lift, peering out of her den. Very few knew where her den was within the plains, usually she slept within the heart of the moor. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the familiar scent of her golden toy. Her pregnant toy. Rising, she would slip out of her den, immediately finding the woman near by. A slow grin would pull her lips, tail swaying at her hocks. "What can I do for you, pet?" She would purr, stretching out stiff muscles. Her coral gaze would sweep over the woman, noting the subtle swell of her belly. She would tsk, shaking her head as haunches reclined to the grassy earth. Coral gaze would clash with her verdant one, a brow lifting in question. It wasn't often that she got visitors, unless they were wishing to join, or she was forcing their presence in a meeting. But Maija was different. She always had been. And probably always would be. But now she had something that she wished to talk about, no doubt. Perhaps it was about her pregnancy? Or the terms of her pregnancy? Either way, the Queen was more than willing to discuss the matter, not that she would be changing her mind. WORDS HERE

She was there to see Cat about her pregnancy, but the terms the Queen had made were within reason. Maija swore loyalty to her when she joined Arcanum, when she had become the Beta beneath the woman's wings. To bring in children under Cataleya's rule would have been deemed as stupid or unthinkable, but no, Maija saw it in a different light. She knew how Cat's mind worked -- some of it, anyway, and was not afraid to approach the legendary Queen. Her visit would have some cordiality to it, but then again, everything involving Maija had her standing at length with a ten foot pole. This time, like many others, would be different from Maija's usual routine. She gave a small smile before approaching Cat's large form. A tender lick was given before she took a few steps back to waltz in a tight little circle. "Pregnancy suits me, no?" she asked, a bit of Neo's French wearing off through her Romanian tongue. The woman couldn't help but be proud to have her babies under Cataleya's rule. If Cat knew her well enough (such a forceful task), she would know that Maija would not hesitate to see that her children became legends. That was how she felt about her first litter and so far, they were doing just fine. These babies had legendary parents and would do the same, or perhaps, better. A tender chuckle escaped Maija's usually stern lips as she met the woman's coral gaze. "You know why I am here, my silver temptress..." Her voice was soft, a hiss in the day that would make pups squeal with evil relish. "I came to discuss my unborn children's future. I want them to have a future they can be proud of, one that has me, their father...and you supporting them." She softly blinked and flexed her claws due to habit. "What plans can we come up with, to bring them up in the pack?" Talk like this

A chuckle would roll off her tongue as her golden toy danced in a circle, giving a full display of her pregnant belly. She would give a non-committed 'hmm', her gaze lazily roaming her golden figure. When she spoke again, it was not real big surprise. Soft words would tease her silver ears as she spoke of the little bastards that were growing inside of her. What was surprising was that the woman wanted her to have a roll in the childrens life. There was no denying that she was mother, a half way decent one at least, but she never expected to asked to play a role in another families upbringing. With cool composure a slow grin would curl her lips. "What a pleasant surprise." She would murmur as she lowered herself to the cool earth. Gears would slowly begin to turn as the soon to be mother wished to make plans for her children. "Well of course they would learn how to survive and fight." She would muse. She wasn't one to make plans for her childrens future, she simply raised them, trained them and then let them do their own thing. But her toy wanted them to be legends. If that was so, then it would be drilled into their heads at a young age that they were warriors and they would be the best of the best. WORDS HERE

She watched Cataleya as she lowered herself to the ground, relaxing against the cool earth of the Plains. Maija thought about doing the same, but when was Maija the kind of wolf to copy others? Instead, she reclined to her haunches, causing her belly weight to lower itself against her hips. Front paws stood in front of her abdomen as she watched her Queen with eager anticipation, a combination that was rarely seen in her gazes.
Cataleya finally spoke, voicing the beginning stages of the potential plans. Survival and fighting, two things that she wanted her children to know for sure. Her small smile widened a bit as she let a canine or two show beneath her upper lip. "That sounds like a good stepping stone for their first few lessons," she voiced. She wanted her children to be strong and able, not weak and lazy. Her tail lightly beat against the firm ground as she finally succumbed to copying the silver temptress and lowered herself to the ground. They became level at the eyes and she crossed one paw over the other as she spoke again. "With them being born in Arcanum, they will have advantages others would simply die for."




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The golden would remain sitting, agreeing with the first stepping stones of her unborn children. "After, it will be a matter of what they wish to specialize in, whether is be hunting, fighting, healing." She would rattle off the basics, though she found herself thinking of an entirely different form of hunting. A smirk would lift one side of her dark lips, eyes twinkling. When the woman moved, she would stretch out against the cool ground, speaking once more. A chuckle would roll off her tongue. "I couldn't agree more." She would murmur softly, musing. "What does their father want?" Not that she really cared, but the last thing she wanted was for one parent to be combating with her over a disagreement of training. She needed to know what she was up against. Would he agree or disagree with her? Flipping onto her side, legs would stretch out as she lounged lazily, enjoying the company of her pet. WORDS HERE