The first thing she notices is his injury. The smell of his fresh blood permeating in the air makes her stomach clench in agony. It was her fault. She shows nothing on the outside - she pretends everything is okay. She would make it up to him somehow. Her teeth tease his fur she won’t touch the wound now - she will clean that later. But the plan…. The plan would have to change now.

Aaliyah had thought she might have a few more weeks before having to leave her pups – at the very least a few more days. But Tobias needed her now – the risk he posed to himself if she left him was to great. Her puppies slept through the night she knew, and they wouldn’t be up until well after dawn, after Tobias would be asleep. Their bellies were full – this she knew without a doubt from how much they’d both fed before she left. Plus she had Isolas promise. It feel wrong to even think of leaving them but she doesn’t know what else to do, even if she wanted to go back she isn’t exactly sure if Tobias would let her.

Her mates perfect liquid obsidian muzzle reaches towards her and her heart seems to pick up speed in her chest as teal and black eyes drink in his beauty. Fangs reach out to clench her muzzle lightly and Ally smiles at the familiar gesture. She had missed him so much. How she had been without him for so long she doesn’t know but it seems impossible to ever leave him again. His words bring that special feeling only he can and her lips pull back into an adoring grin. With her heart seems to swell in her perfect chest and she leans into him not even caring that his blood would stain her flawless coat.

Every part of her that he touches seems to tingle, electrified by his very presence. Luminous eyes follow his form greedily as he circles her, the windows roving over his form hungrily, as if it had been longer than a few weeks. When his teeth grasp at her scruff Aaliyah lets him tug her – only smiling at his action. He had done it before – when he wants her somewhere she has learned over time. And when he speaks her assumption is confirmed. With smile and nod her words leave her lips slowly and pronounced. “Yes going home..” But suddenly something she had been stupid enough not to foresee happens - Tobias smells his sons.

Truly she hadn’t expected this. Some part of her had actually expected him to accept them because of their scents likeness to his and hers. That however he had proved to be untrue. Even though he is angry just hearing his voice, so much at once, sends a thrill through her and somehow instantly it comes to her – something that just might, if she was lucky – work. “Yours. They are being yours. Like you, for you. Soon I will be bringing them for you.” The words are clear, simple and precise – easy to translate and already known to the girl. Her voice is calm yet not yielding – she does not submit to him – not ever. The balance is equal her voice is level though luring, lulling. Aaliyah seeks to pacify him for now. Later they will deal with it – after she has more time to see what her sons will be like and after they have a chance to reunite because despite whatever anyone else may have thought of him or called him Aaliyah loved Tobias – imprint or not – and she had missed her mate very, very much.