Ravensblood Forest ""Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""

Avery felt the tension slowly leaving his body as he was swallowed by the forest that had become his home. With Azarov at his side he felt at ease, knowing he had someone he could trust. He knew words typically escaped him but he felt he should thank him somehow.

"Violante and I may be expecting pups. It's been difficult for me to have her away like this. Not to mention strangers near her." Avery chuckled bitterly before continuing, "Of course she doesn't need or want me hovering but she knows I will anyway." Not what I had in mind. It felt like the wrong thing to say, but also the right thing, confiding in his fellow pack defender.  He trailed off, hoping Azarov understood. Avery had begun to see the dark wolf next to him as a friend in a way. 

Continuing to fumble for words Avery remembered an important conversation that he needed to broach. "We should probably start coordinating more. If we are expecting pups, I'll want to stay near her, but I've been exploring and running our borders. We can switch off or-" Avery stopped here, remembering to take a breath and to give his companion a chance to respond.