Swiftcurrent Creek violet curse

Empty ‘anded?!

She caught only the very last of what Swordfish had spoken- every other phrase that passed amid the crowd gathered had been smothered by the sound of her own huffing and puffing; she arrived to the borders looking slightly ruffled and surprised, and out of breath from the haste she’d mustered once she’d caught sight of the disgruntled beta taking his leave. 

You should ‘ave at least brought a meal for de mot’er of your children. An’ somet’ing for dem too, seein’ as dere be four of dem, Her sternness lasted a moment- in all seriousness, she was disappointed that he had not come with any obvious offerings. She had standards, and she had expectations. 

Her eyes shimmered, though, as she examined his face for a reaction. How many children had he expected? How did he feel, now that he saw her again? Her heart clamoured, and a smile came to her lips. She was proud of the fine children they had made together. 

And he had come, after all- Lestan had made good on his word. 

She looked to Akavir and Arlette, then, her expression softened considerably, grateful that they had granted her a place in their pack where her children could be born and cared for. If it would be fine wid you, I would ‘ave a word or two wid ‘im, She said, gesturing toward Swordfish, and then casting a glance to Lestan as well. Her tone clear and calm, an indication that she felt safe alone with Swordfish, if they should be spared a moment.