The hunt had happened a little while ago now and since then she hadn’t really seen Dexter. At the hunt she felt things were, normal, like what happened before that never happened. They had shared something then accident she thought given that it all seemed a misunderstanding but happened all the same. She had felt bad doing the very thing she felt her parents did falling prey to the winter fever just after… well all that. She didn’t deny though that she enjoyed it, loved the attention and perhaps that was what made them sorta fall back into their normal routine over the hunt. She had felt strange after, even during the hunt but she didn’t know what exactly it was. With more time passing and any meetings between she still was working out what it had been with her body.

Of course Tuari knew how pups were made, but she never knew that it could be this… easy. She noticed already the slight swell of her sides the discomfort and enlarging of her feet and form in general. And the nausea… oh the nausea… followed by a swift ravenous hunger soon as it was gone. She wanted to be sure before saying anything. Dexter had worried so much over her little cut, and she worried so much more about his huge wounds across his back. Thus far she didn’t really know for sure. But now it had been a while hunting was getting difficult for her, of all wolves such a thing shouldn’t have bothered her, she was so good at it, but with the snow and winter being so chilly this year, perhaps most from a distance just thought she was getting extra fluffy with the winter pelt. After all she didn’t have a mate and her imprint was gone and no one, that she knew of, but the two of them knew what had transpired.

She sat a bit uncomfortably in her den, not because of her added weight just because more the situation. She should tell him, obviously, but she wondered what her parents would have done. Her father would have likely run off, dealt with it himself without being a bother to anyone. That’s why he took Tuari and Yoska out of the pack when they were young. Didn’t want to be tied down by the pack but didn’t want to just bother them with two abandoned pups either. She couldn’t imagine him all hoary like… she still saw him as the jovial male he always been even though she hadn’t seen him in years. He would have made a good grandfather though… then her mother. Oh she would have marched up to Dexter and told him they were his and he was going to be a father to them like it or not and she would tear if throat out if he thought otherwise.

She was just as dysfunctional as they were, and felt hopeless in the idea that this would work out better than how it had for her parents. Of course she was happy that of all the wolves whose pup’s she was carrying they were his. She wanted children, the thought of ever having that special somewolf come along to be the father of them had been off in the distance until Dexter had returned, but even though he was the father this wasn’t quite the scenario she would have hoped for him. For their pups. He had been upfront in saying that there was another girl he liked, and Tuari had no idea if maybe he had done something similar with her after their encounter or otherwise. She didn’t want to complicate his life either, no further than she already had that day at least. No… She would let him choose but he needed to know regardless.

Standing up she began her search of him and instantly her stomach churned. Nerves, pups or otherwise she didn’t know as she tightened her lips and threw her ears back before walking as stoically as she could forward and out of the den regardless. The little cut on her cheek twinged slightly as it met with the deep winter cold, but most the time it was rather ignorable. She guessed she needed to count her blessings she hadn’t gotten hurt worse during that hunt. Unknowingly had put more lives than her own at stake, but there was no use fretting about that. There was one thing was for sure though she knew she would be needing help soon, and perhaps the more worst part was, she heard Astrid was going to have puppies too, then Jinan currently was busy with his own pregnant partner so she couldn’t turn to him. She didn’t want to burden him just as much as she didn't really want to burden Dexter.

It made her feel a bit more alone in the matter knowing the two wolves she was closest too she didn’t want to bother with something so important. Dexter would be the first she would tell though, she hadn’t mentioned it to anyone now that she was sure though he deserved to be the first. She picked up her pace in her search not sure where to start. The valley maybe? Starting off that way she kept a sharp eye out all the while. Once again her lack of ability to call to him wasn’t exactly helpful but she had a knack for running into him anyway. Determined she searched until she thought she made him out in the distance in the white, browns and greys of the forest.

Excited she began to run forward. Bounding through the snow that managed to get through the canopy of the trees before gently bumping into the male she had been looking for. There were a lot of emotions, but still she was happy to have found him over all, even if she was worried what he might do or say they were here now and she couldn’t let it keep her from telling him the truth.