Hushed Willows [m] But don't stop dancing, don't dare stop

Reina gave Kukutux a curt nod. Swiftly, she left to gather water and returned, noting the newcomers drawn in by the commotion. Abel, whom she only knew from afar, was off to the side, a safe distance, but the other at the mouth of the den was not. Not at all.

The red healer watched his fur bristle and it irked her, an overwhelming urge to protect her Angel within drove her forward, teeth snapping as she passed him. To those watching, it would appear she was keeping those out for the sake of the expecting mother, but for her, no other male—maybe not even Boone or Everett—were allowed near the golden female.

It was silly, of course. Selfish, even. But Reina’s thoughts were on the Coach and the fear of potentially losing yet another loved one. Life did not make exceptions, that was for sure. Not even for an earthly seraphim.

“Back off.” She said sternly. She did not care for niceties, not now. She would not notice the similarities in his scent to that of Everett and Reverie, not until all this blew over. Her focus turned from the mystery male to inside the den. She set the water down near Moonwoman, taking her place at hers and Reverie’s sides, chewing the rattlesnake as instructed.