Stone Circle don't count on it

Valette emerged from the den, the scent of her children thick in her pelt. Although she was not very big, she certainly packed a punch - Murdock couldn't look at her without remembering the way she'd taken on that wolverine.

But, although the memory quirked his lips, he was here about a different, more uncomfortable matter.

"I'm not normally one to stick my nose where it don't belong," he said, glancing around to make sure they were completely alone. "But, ah... the other day, I was walkin' past War 'n Noma's den. Saw him rippin' food right out of her mouth. When I confronted them, he said it was too rotten for her, but I mean - damn - that's one hulluva reaction to 'rotten meat.' And even rotten meat would do her good, by the looks of it."

He shot Valette a deeply uncomfortable look.  "I don't like to press and pry, but somethin' about those two just doesn't seem right. That's not how you treat your mate. I'm worried... I'm worried he's starving her or soemthing."

Murdock fell silent, waiting to hear the alpha's take on the situation. Perhaps she knew something he didn't. Perhaps there was just something he was missing.