Darker than blood

Her grin was brief, well aware of the look he'd given her. She knew her attitude and actions rubbed others the wrong way at times and didn't care. It worked here and that was what mattered. Kapvik would eventually learn that it was just who she was, that she was rough around the edges; she could co-exist with others, as displayed by the brief contact between her and Tonravik. If he integrated into the Spine properly, then learning to live with her personality would be a small thing and it would happen as easily as it had with others.

She watched now as the male presented a gift to the dark female, the plant's purpose explained readily. None of that sounded pleasant and Kroc, again, found herself glad that she had resolved to not have puppies, not to mention the fact that she was likely infertile being that she'd not had a heat since her first year. Tonravik picked at the berries now instead of waiting and such an action caused the Beta's focus to truly settle on her superior, paying attention now to her actions. If she was experiencing pain and cramps already, then it was also clear that she was sooner approaching the point where she needed to tend to her expanding belly more than the borders. 

Gold eyes flickered to Kapvik, wondering if the presumably aspiring healer would go so far as to advise her of this. Asking if she was in pain would have been redundant and needless, so instead, Kroc spoke only to imply that they were there to assist and not hinder. "What can we do to help?" It would all boil down to what Tonravik was ready for, if she was truly to the point where she needed to begin settling down. While Kroc could operate of her own will, she reinforced the ideals that she was there to support Tonravik and her coming brood.