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12-30-2014, 04:28 PM
Maybe it was her pride that had kept her from telling him that she was pregnant, maybe it was the fact that throughout her entire pregnancy she had kept hoping that one day she would wake up and her belly would have deflated or some rabid animal would come and rip the foul parasites from her womb. Either way she hadn't. She hadn't been stupid enough to think he wouldn't know. Hell she stank, half the pack had seen her morbidly round belly and he wasn't stupid either. And now that he had met her children it was about time to come clean. She would leave in the middle of the night when she knew her children and mate were asleep as to not have another mishap of them leaving without her knowledge, and head to her other den. There she would gobble down a few buds of ganja before squewering a few more on a thin stick and grasping it between her teeth. With that she would set off towards Valentine's den, moving with no real purpouse and trying to give the drugs some time to kick in before she got there. If anyone was gonna be high and chill she wanted it to be her. She would arrive shortly after midnight, moving to seat herself outside and woof softly. Choosing to wake him politely (should be be inside) rather then chuck half dead animals at him this time.