open to any arc wolves

She would lounge lazily outside her newly found den, the comfy alcove that Kylar believed to have belonged to a previous Valhallan healer. It was not nearly as warm as her previous den, but it was spacious and less drafty. Plus, after winter, the small creek that ran just outside would be convenient. It was one of the few days were the sun was actually out, and she was taking full advantage, basking lazily in the afternoon sun. The little bastards in her womb were growing steadily, and would soon be due to be born. It was a dreadful process that she was not looking forward to. Damn her husband. A sigh slipped from her lips as she thought of him. He had been sick the last few weeks, barely leaving his own den. She brought him food daily, but more often than not he chased her off, not wanting to get her sick so close to her birthing. Part of her hoped that he would be better by then, she'd damn him to the deepest pits of hell if she had to give birth to his kids alone.

The silver woman had been blessedly distracted as of late. It had given him a chance to try and track down the ebony woman. She had left him feeling more alive than he had in a long time, and now she was simply gone. Anger and need mingled together inside him when he thought on her and he both wanted to find her to ease his worried and to punish her for leading him along and then abandoning him. Still there had been no trace of her and it made the boy angry, he had taken to stomping through the pack lands, a sour expression upon his face. One such bout of pouting brought him before his alpha’s new den, her scent, heavy with the smells of pregnancy should have been his first clue. Still he was too wrapped up in his anger to think clearly.     "Speech"

It had been his stomping around that caught her attention. Her silver crown would lift, a look of irritation sliding into place as she sought the source of the sound. Immediately she would see him. Novocaine. The boy had been living far to peacefully for her liking, but she had been rather busy. Perhaps she could sick someone on him. Coral pools swept over him, taking note of his unharmed physique. That would need changing. His face was entirely sour looking, not something that was uncommon in her opinion. A brow would lift as she took a moment simply to watch him silently fume and stomp around her home. "Would you like to explain that sour look or shall I just wipe it off your face?" She would inquire, lips twisting into a sneer as she picked herself up to lay on her belly, propped up on her elbows. Audits tipped forward as she continued to watch him with evident amusement. Oh the fun she could have with his already bad mood. "Burn Baby Burn"