Blackwater Islands Flame Eternal

Sand, sand, nothing but sand. The repulsive segment of land seemed to have nothing but the course, tan element. If only to move inward, but then, the hound would be forced to reckon time with those who now claimed him; the ones that Fury chose to return to. Each pellet would be a new curse, burying themselves within the pads of all four feet. Oh, how infuriating it was. Arashi could bear it no more.

Inland we go... He mused in silence, a harsh grunt declaring the obvious displeasure.

The further inward, a certain stench crossed the senses. It was revolting, nearly bringing him to an unbearable nausea-like state. Was someone blatantly roaming the isle, retching around every corner and spraying their bile like it was piss?

In fact, they were. More-so, Fury was.

Turning to a low rustling, the hound's cold, hazel glare found itself resting over a stumbling figure. The pale coat of the former Warchief was hardly unrecognizable. 

Lumbering closer, Arashi had arrived in time for the meek "help.." to be heard and quickly scowled upon.

For fuck's sake. 

What's got you so ailed?The question came to sound more scornful than concerned; but then, he wasn't that close to her. If of her kin, or perhaps even her mate, then perhaps a little more worry would have been disposable. 

There was knowledge of the fact the pale one was expecting, but the connection hadn't seem to click. He was a male. What did he know of the effects of carrying writhing fetus' within the womb?