Oh, Sky heard every word the boys were speaking. As her beloved Shawchert came to kneel beside her, she made quick work of showing her opinion on 'tearing her house apart'. Arm snapped out and a clawed hand reached to grab hold of anything near her beloved's neck, hopefully a shirt collar if he wore one that day. If she indeed got hold of something, ever fur, she'd yank hard to get his face as close to her bared teeth as possible. "That's my house, you retard." Her way of voiceing annoyance to the idea of cleaning up afterwards.
Her eyes suddenly snapped away from him though, falling on the stranger with that feral gleam. He was approaching, and at first all she saw was something big. She cringed, but then as she registered what it was, all the poor boy got in retaliation to his nearing her was a mean snarl, one that shook her whole body until he backed away again. Eyes still locked on him, she huffed, a rather pitiful attempt at being calm, and shoved her face into Shawchert's arm, ignoring their words now, for the most part.
On came another wave of pain. This time, she was more prepared, and as it came, she sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, and let it out slowly, body quivering with a held-back scream. The breathing continued, eyes closed and body uncurling just slightly. As it ebbed away again, she found herself hearing something about being moved inside, though it was already spoken a while ago now. She'd just registered the words, and replied in a soft, controlled voice. "Dun... wan' bl'd... on the floors..." She sighed a breath, relishing in the dulled moment that she felt no real pain. "...th' back r'm... 'as stone floors... easy cleaning... still warm..."
If these dreaded males had to indeed move her, then she'd not settled for soiling her house. Though thoughts were misplaced right now, girl wasn't about to admit that her pups were in danger. Something about a flute registered, then again that stranger's voice, something about being due, and when. She decided to answer the question before her beloved could, lifting her voice a bit.
"Early... too early... March. Spring." She gasped as her body threatened her with more pain, but relaxed a bit when it turned out to be a false alarm. Thank gods. "...Shaw..." She moved into him some more, kicking her legs groggily to get closer. "...lullaby..." As if she thought he wouldn't get it, girl took a moment to hum the tune slowly, though it cut off with a yelp as that previous warning became real, and the pain surged up and down her spine, sending sparks into her vision behind closed lids. So much for singing.
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