Noctisardor Bypass I am that technology allowed.

the girl has a good head on her shoulders, it seems; she offers him her medical services, and while he would never typically take such from a breeder, he dips his head in thanks. perhaps i will take you up on that offer. i don't want to get an infection. i am getting older! my body cannot fight it off like it used to, hah.
i did find her, and she is well, his expression clears, lighting up in feigned interest as fiona begins to make small-talk with him. she is expecting her first litter with her new husband. i may go to visit again after they are born.
his gaze is unsure as he looks again to the black-mouthed infantile. the little shit is stunned, as andras had expected; he looks like the asshole now, and the father hides the pleasure he takes in this with a tilt of his head away in submission. i apologize again for intruding, he mutters. can you at least send heda my well wishes?