Swiftcurrent Creek She said she cheated 'cause she tried to get ahead

Chusi, reluctantly, pulled herself from the ground and turned away. The russet Frostfur observed her quiet retreat and, when she disappeared among the trees, turned her pale gaze on her mottled pack-mate. Wylla looked her way, her anger dissipating to reveal the anxiety beneath, and she noted this with a backward cant of her over-sized lobe. Matter-of-factly, the coastal wolfess announced that she had something to discuss and Durnehviir twitched a whisker, curious, as she waited patiently for her to continue.

Lo and behold, another pregnancy.

She felt her stomach flop and her heart skip an uncomfortable beat, and her guard hairs threatend to stand on edge again. Silent, the fiery leader's gaze drifted from Wylla's sharp features to glance at the distinct rounding of her abdomen, and a lip twitched at the thought of not one but two unplanned broods within her ranks.

Wylla pressed on to explain the circumstances, that her litter had been conceived when she'd been an Alpha herself. She claimed to not have known, another sore reminder of Chusi's ignorance, but this time was... different. She was assured that the intention to break pack law had never been there and although she was loathe to admit it, the dragoness felt inclined to believe her when she mentally considered the timeline. Even more strangely, Wylla went as far as offering to destroy her babes - a solution, something that the young Fearghal had failed to present.

"Do you want to kill them?" Durnehviir asked of her. "Because I don't think you do."