Winter had fled the Isles, leaving a burst of new life in its wake. Dixon had been spending his days in the Lagoon, not really in any mood to wander out to the commons looking for trouble. After his encounter with Caesisus, he found himself rather glum, wondering whether or not they would ever see each other again. He knows he should stay away from her; she is a magnet for trouble, he can tell. With her feminine curves and pretty ivory coat, he knows he can't get let himself get tangled up in her, lest he fall victim to the wrath of the other men who desire her as well.

He needs a distraction, and luckily, one is provided to him in the form of a stranger coming into the Lagoon. At first, he does not recognize their scent - the stench of the Lagoon taints it. However, after a bit of skillful tracking, Dixon finds himself hot on their trail. He catches another whiff and, suddenly, it hits him: Manticore. What on earth was she doing here? Had she finally returned for round two of their little rendezvous?

However, when he manages to catch up to her and get a good look at her, the plumpness of her belly tells him all he needs to know. Suddenly, there is a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Dixon replays - for the millionth time - the night they had shared those months ago. Ah, shit. How could he have been so stupid? So irresponsible? He kicks himself again for letting his hormones get the best of him. Now he would have to deal with its consequences. The implications of having a child were not lost on him; he knew what being a father would entail. He would be responsible for her and their child now; he would have to protect them with everything he had. There were no excuses not to. He was a man, after all - he had to prove it now.

He approaches her slowly, as not to startle her in any way. "Manticore." He says, eyes flicking over her belly before coming to rest on her face. "You look..." he pauses, trying to find the right word, "well." He shifts slightly, trying to get around the awkwardness he feels. "Don't suppose I should bother askin' what yer doin' here?" He can guess well enough on his own what she is doing here. With how large she has gotten since the last time he saw her, he can only assume that the child will arrive soon, and he doesn't blame her for wanting a (safe enough) place to give birth.