Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

the breath the Mayfair woman drew was not lost on Casmir -- he sensed a firming in her, a grounding. casting her a quizzical glance. he knew that she probably still hurt over being kicked out of Donnelaith, but her next words elicited a smile and a nod from him. however, they went unanswered as she gasped. the boy's single ear fell back against his skull as the ivory wolfess motioned him closer with a single syllable. his golden eyes widened; he glanced between Rowan and the swell of her belly with unsurety dawning on his features.

presently, however, he reached out and pressed his muzzle against her side. nothing. maybe only she could -- Cas gave a grunt of surprise, jumping a little as a tiny limb sailed against its barrier to strike his nose, and he pulled away with a grin. "wicked," he breathed. "that is so cool. and weird. how many d'you think there are?"