Arrow Lake drowner

Like a phantom moving across the mountain, the ivory sylph crept into the meeting without a word. Any who cast eyes upon her was given a small smile, wane as it was, and the pregnant woman settled near the back, her gaze sharp upon Stigmata. She had not seen much of the General these days--knew nothing of what he thought of her fertile form, even. Nor what her pack mates would make of it.

While Ketzia held every intention of keeping quiet during their gathering, it was the question posed that drew a frown to press gently upon her exotic features. Stigmata had made his intentions very clear to everyone from the beginning--if they disagreed, why were they within their ranks and home?

"As stated, it's the creed of the pack. If one disagrees with it, why have they joined our ranks?"

Ketzia was never one to be so harsh--yet the heat of the day and the heaviness that clung to her petite form only fueled her hormones further, and she could not keep the surprise from her voice.