Blackfeather Woods It's not over until we're dead and the birds are eating our eyes, eh?

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It seemed that, for the first litter at least, parents shared the same excitement over the approaching births of their children. Kove could recall, even then, exactly how he felt when he had first learned of Scarlett’s pregnancy. The thought made him smile, which he directed towards Potema a beat later. “That excitement alone shows that you’ll be a great mother,” he commented. Though, in all honesty, he suspected that she would do good by her children no matter the circumstances; her excitement only added onto his belief, it had not been the cause of its creation.

The Inuk nodded, allowing her to ask her question. The words made him frown, brows knitting together as he considered the possibilities. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “We haven’t spent enough of time with one another lately for me to give a definite answer.” His tone turned impassive, seeming to care little—or perhaps not at all—about the lessening of moments spent with his wife. “Has she done anything to become a threat?” he asked, concerned for the safety of the unborn. If it came to it, he knew that he would protect them rather than side with his wife; he felt her to be irrational at times, and could not throw away his loyalty to Meldresi in order to support her insecurities.

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