Noctisardor Bypass Home is where the heart is

He seemed edgy about something as he spoke to her, "Yeah, of course." She tilted her head just so. As he spoke, she kept her face between impassive neutrality, and concern. She could not help the rising sense of jelousy, although it suprised her. Quickly, her feelings were pushed aside by the seriousness of the situation.

This was bad. If this girl was in a pack similar to hers, permissions and boundaries were needed. The impulse to gasp was stifiled by her worry. Either the fae, no Liri, got lucky and was not pregnant or her pups might be shunned of even killed. Worse, the girl might be kicked from her pack, left to bear the burden of a bastard litter all on her own, where the pups would surely not survive.

She wanted to tell him all of her thoughts, but his worry sank her heart. With a comforting tone she spoke, "Perhaps she never even got pregnant, or even if she did, maybe her Alpha is kind." Her amber eyes searched his, "Don't worry, she will be fine." But what about the pups? Her own thoughts betrayed her words.