Ankyra Sound the cask of amontillado

There was something delightfully casual about hearing Njord labeled as such. Meerkat huffed a laugh through her nose, nodding. Before she could respond verbally, Avi asked her about the stranger lurking in the background. She glanced over at him inquisitively, noting how awkward he seemed as he answered the other woman’s question.

Hello, Drakon. I’m Meerkat and this is Avi. We’re from neighboring packs. She glanced at the redhead, not wishing to divulge her personal information without permission and hoping the introduction was okay otherwise. We were just catching up since we last spoke, she added for Drakon’s benefit, telling Avi, I’ve been with Sapphique for about two months now. My man, she said, lips curling in amusement, and I are betrothed and expecting, actually. How are things with you and yours?

Her attention remained primarily upon the other she-wolf as she spoke, though as she voiced the question, she included Drakon with a glance and a smile. He was welcome to join their conversation if he wished, though based on his discomfiture, Meerkat wouldn’t be surprised if he excused himself and left the women to their conversation.