Darker than blood

Their leader listened patiently to him without interruption. Kroc did not interrupt either, to which he was thankful for. Kapvik had noted the shroud of worry hanging over her like a dark, thundering cloud. The wolverine was keen at such things, but Tonravik's worry was almost palpable. Speaking of, the pain that swept through her caused both underlings to share a look. If the berries do not at least lessen the severity of the cramps...The affects were not going to be instant; the Issumatar would suffer for at least forty-five minutes after the intake. And if the berries do not work? Such a question yet lingered. Perhaps he should go get some more but the healer in him advised against it. Too much of a good thing is bad. He sure as shit did not want her to have a miscarriage because of him.
INDENTWhen Nanuk piped up, the Zeta woofed lowly in approval. They were there to help in any way they could. Tonravik's worry was not unfounded; the Plains wolves were a very real threat that yet remained. Kapvik would offer to annihilate them one by one, but...well...Ahem. He really...was not...allowed to do that shit anymore. And if the Plains wolves had any sense in them, they would eventually find out that it was him...assuming they let them enter their ranks in the first place. Suicide missions were so fucked up...Christ. How did he ever find his way into that damnable lifestyle...He was going to assume Tartok was not like that and he was going to let that assumption die and never pop up again. Problem solved. Oh, if only it was that easy.
INDENT“You need to let your mate and your Beta do more of the strenuous work.” Hopefully she wound not find offense in him speaking up, but enlightenment. “Let us take some of the burden off your shoulders...or those inside of you will suffer for it.” Honestly he did not want to impose an ultimatum upon his Alpha, though it certainly sounded like it. Kapvik shook his head, unable to say anything beyond what was said. Being pregnant took a lot out of a woman. If she had to hole herself up – albeit prematurely – so what? Tartok was plentiful in spirit and leadership...Their food stores could use some fattening up, but he trusted in his higher ups to do the right thing. And if they didn't, he would. Simple as that.