Blackfeather Woods Important meeting; do NOT miss

She laid on her side, waiting for him. She could already see where her nnipples were poking out, growing swollen, though they weren't hanging just yet. Her stomach roiled in protest of the little wolves inside of her, and it was all Potema could do to hold the tide of hormone-laced vomit as her brother arrived.

She pulled hersef upwards, nodding her head in greeting, though she was apprehensive about beginning the conversation, or accusation, whatever it was now. She was silent for a moment, her gaze off to the side before she met his dual-toned eyes: I know what you did to Xan,