Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Welcome to the world, not-so-little ones

In spite of distancing herself from Arlette and Arric, she felt like an outcast. Arlette was replacing her, and with Arric's children! She'd made it clear, of course, that she wouldn't be separated from Arric, but to have children with him? It made Cygnet rot inside. 

And now, it seemed the children were on their way- and Cygnet hoped for failure, bitterly. 

She sought out Akavir- only to find his scent brought her to the pair's den, as if acting as a sentry. She felt something in her chest sink, to see him worry for the couple. She whined; wishing he would abandon Arlette and Arric, remember how much this whole thing hurt her. 

But she couldn't expect him to turn his back on them, either. He wouldn't. 

She heard what she thought was a small, muffled sound from inside Arlette's den. Her ears flattened, and she growled softly. 

Stiffly, she stalked off. Now, not even Akavir could be an ally for her.