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Traydon River

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Posted on January 10, 2012 at 01:46:07 AM by Pitseleh and Fatima

Achilles' voice had carried, and Pitseleh had heard it. He'd been trying to adjust to his awkward temporary three-leggedness, making sure to keep well outside of Fire Pack's borders. He didn't want every one of his packmates knowing he'd been that hurt in the war, nearly crippled, if only temporarily and not for life. The smallish Mexican Wolf brute had been in the process of trying to make himself less wobbly when he walked, a task that was easier said then done, when Achilles' voice had reached his ears. Pit hadn't heard much of Strider's son, had barely seen him, but the tender sadness and pain in the young male's clear, steady voice told Pitseleh something was serious. There was no way the story Achilles' brokenhearted howl was true...

Spreading his wings, the lean brute took off, hoping that the song on the wind wasn't true. As he alighted, however, as gently as he could, biting back a yelp as he winced, Pitseleh saw by the small, sad company that it was indeed the truth. The alpha family were, for the most part, heartbroken, he could see; he gave them a wide berth, looking on with sad dark eyes. Strider had been a fair and good alpha, and had given him a chance when many would not have. Pitseleh would truly miss him.

Fatima had heard Achilles' call, as well, though the summons was not meant for her. She was still a slender figure, deerlike and willowy, though now her lean little form was quite round in the middle. The Saluki mix femme was very pregnant, and while she was fairly certain it was not entirely proper to attend a funeral full of the prince's puppies, she would do just that. She wanted to see him again, give him just a glimpse of herself before she was off... and she would be off soon, to be sure. The lives within her were nearly ready to come out, spurred on, it would seem, by the untimely death of their grandfather...

Shifting uncomfortably, Fati watched from a distance, her expression a little beleaguered. No one had informed her being pregnant would be such a pain. But, try as she did to muster up the gall to stride comfortably by Achilles, proudly displaying her pregnancy, watching the proud young brute whose pups she was to bear crumple and sob on the body of his father... well. Even Fatima, all wit and wispy desire, couldn't bring herself to mock him now. So she would watch, downwind, and wait.

Replies:

#No.War.Anymore# - By Rue January 10, 2012 at 10:49:52 PM
- [Drink deep of battle] - By Achilles, Robin, & Fyra January 14, 2012 at 07:02:49 PM

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