Stone Circle acquaintances

Amber was someone who could understand the need for knowledge, the calming fact of being familar with whats going on -- but there was something in her being that didn't trust Belle. Maybe it was hormones, since pretty much everyone seemed weird to Amber right now, but the Ciel couldn't be too careful with her kids' future. The color-clad female stayed neutral, tone softening, but before Amber had the option to move, Grayday was pressing against her side gently in support. Indeed, she felt his rumble of warning, a sort of silent questioning underneath his more polite voice. She purred softly in thanks, turning her muzzle but not her gaze to brush over his shoulder. Her words were soft, for him, and laced with pride over her mates possessiveness -- there was once a foolish time where she and her sister might've thought Grayday hadn't wanted her. Perhaps he wouldn't have, had he not gotten her pregnant, but nonetheless he was attentive, gentle and passionate -- he was exactly what she needed.

                  "Day, this is Belle, a new recruit. She was just wondering about the pups, is all."

Now absolutely positive that Day was sticking close to her, Amber felt a sense of security she'd never had wash over her -- she'd always looked out for herself or others in the past, even when she'd been a part of a pack. It was never her ebony self that was under watch, but she loved it just as much as she loved him. When she again spoke, her eyes still glinted like stones, but her voice was calmer than before. 

                                      "I'm due to pop in the next week or two: this is my mate, and their father, Grayday."