June 13, 2018, 04:34 PM
@Queenie's due date was approaching; that much was obvious, and it made Alarian undeniably nervous. He wondered if she would take him up on his offers— to Delight, and to her. He wondered if he was up to the first offer, exactly. The last time had been a mess— worse than a mess. He had lost a friend that day— and, over the following days, each new life she had died to bring into the world.
He couldn't do that to Delight. Because honestly, he was the only one at Bracken Sanctuary who was really... attached to Queenie, it seemed. Selfish as Alarian was, that was enough— enough that he cared about the woman too, whatever misgivings he had about her.
And the pups didn't exactly deserve to die, either. So, reluctantly, he went off looking for her. He had the sense to stop and catch something for her, luckily— some kind of... weird-looking weasel thing. It seemed edible enough. Alarian headed to where he thought her den was— and when he arrived, lingered awkwardly outside of it, chuffing to announce his presence.
He couldn't do that to Delight. Because honestly, he was the only one at Bracken Sanctuary who was really... attached to Queenie, it seemed. Selfish as Alarian was, that was enough— enough that he cared about the woman too, whatever misgivings he had about her.
And the pups didn't exactly deserve to die, either. So, reluctantly, he went off looking for her. He had the sense to stop and catch something for her, luckily— some kind of... weird-looking weasel thing. It seemed edible enough. Alarian headed to where he thought her den was— and when he arrived, lingered awkwardly outside of it, chuffing to announce his presence.
Got a minute?He called softly; hopefully, only a minute. All he needed to do was ask her some things, clarify some things, beg her not to die in labor and be on his way.