Noctisardor Bypass Motherhood pretrials

Cry cast an aud to Mawk, who promptly introduced himself. Not after his choice of too flagging his banner that told Cry who was above who when it came to order here. Cry would not have claimed to be higher than the male regardless, as he was with child, as was his mate. Naturally, pregnate dams and siring males who were permanently bonded held highest rank over singular wolves, as they were usually the ones who led the pack. This was a confusing thing within the Bypass however, as Cry knew these two to not be the Alphas. For them to be allowed mates made Cry wonder exactly how hard they had earned the hellion's favor. He did not respond to the raised position of his superior, rather chosing to sit on the crisp blades of overhanging grasses. Ranking meant nothing to him, as he simply needed to know who the Alpha was. Ranking was earned in his eyes, and until he got a better understanding of who these two were to him, and what they did to pull weight within the pack, only then would he weigh their level of importance to him.

But he would not allow himself the pleasure of ridding the pack of wolves he thought were unnecessary, as these to weren't. They would be providing the next generation of soldiers for this pack. That in itself, was enough. Perhaps this woman was a surrogate mother for the Alphess. He would fully understand if she was, as it would be fair for the woman to want her body in prime shape in order to properly lead a pack. To be held back by watching little ones would only hinder her, and reduce her grasp on the pack. Especially if she was...alone.

The mother stepped from the tomb of the den, swollen with the bloom of motherhood. Round she was, and Cry gave look over her, scanning to make sure there were no deficiencies or visible parasites that would result in deformed children or a threat on her life. With nothing found, Cry raised a brow at her temper, directed at her mate.

Cry hadn't meant to ignore the words of the male, but it managed to happen. Of course he wouldn't let a tranger, especially a new one, near the unborn pups, or the wolfess that harbored them. It was just foolish. And just looking upon him, one could see the assassin was not anything in the spectrum of such, but it seemed the male had to establish his lack of noticing. Along with a meaningless rank. So rather than say anything that would be considered rude, he simply said, "It is progress, meeting the both of you."

The wolfess began her speaking again, asking for assistance between both he and the pale healer he had taken hostage. A dip of his dark crown ensured the words he spoke.

"It will be done, immediately."

Tipping his stoic face back to the pair, he inquired politely, "Is there anything else either of you require?"