killers linger the least [attn: jinx and/or njal]

If she had been facing him, he might have simply nodded in affirmation, but it was unnecessary as her back was turned to him and he felt little obligation to verbally assure her that he would. Haunter was more a male of action than anything else—plus, if he didn't come through it could never be said that he said he would and didn't honor his word.

He kept pace with Jinx, his tall shoulder nearly level with her attractively pale hips as they padded along the Creek's boundary. Probably the only thing that kept him from being attracted to her was the strange scent of maternal hormones vaguely wafting from her frame. It was on his mind when she answered, and Haunter's yellow eyes regarded the back of her head quite seriously for a moment before musing to her aloud.

"Hm," he hummed pensively. "I had assumed it was because of your pregnancy." He glanced at her belly, which was perhaps not round, but indeed taut with the pups that swelled and grew there. He lifted his eyes again, not eager to be caught looking.