Redhawk Caldera you don't get me high anymore

Perhaps fortunately for Raven, Bluesummer was slightly more reasonable than her "strike-first, never-ask-questions, not-even-at-a-later-date" mother. He took her words, the emotion behind it— the pain of her tone— at a level deeper than face value. He thought himself a perceptive wolf, not one easily deceived, and though he couldn't understand her symptoms without it being attributed to pregnancy, Kaizer knew he was young still and didn't know absolutely everything.

He balked at her, his face stricken out of its irritated expression and now straddling a fine line between confusion and marginal disbelief. "You're not pregnant?" he echoed, trying to hear the words again, trying to understand its possibility. "But you—" you're getting fat! And your nipples! Your smell! He had to fight his own mind in trying to comprehend why she would lie about this... or rather, why she wouldn't. "You haven't been with another male?" he asked then, unable to hide what his true concern was.