Hideaway Strath Let me hear your battle cry tonight

Aerin laughed at Nyra's comment, her grin morphing into a warm and encouraging smile when Charles spoke (the first she could ever remember hearing his voice aloud), the expression shifting again to alert concern when she saw Whrist. She kept her eyes trained on the other she-wolf for a moment, knowing how she felt about pale wolves and pups -- casting a quick glance back at Nyra and Lotus (unaware of Whirst's affections for The Overseer that would likely keep both mother and daughter safe, even if the Blade did hate pups) as if to check that they were still there and Whrist hadn't cast some kind of hex on them with her pale 'evil eyes'. 

Her moonlit gaze discreetly followed the slight curve of the corvid's growing belly when her eyes returned to the shadow, wondering again what it might mean -- if the children she carried were safe with the woman who they would know as mother.