IGNORED. /jk And my posts get normal-sized again. xD +383
The story that Emmanuelle spun drew pity from the mottled coywolf, but it was not a kind sort of pity. She was far-enough removed from the usual pitfalls of crushes and unrequited love to frown upon it. Perhaps if Emma had fallen for another woman, she might have been more sympathetic, as per her bias. What do you think the point of heat is, sweetheart? Vesper wondered, regarding the other’s striped face through half-lidded eyes. She didn’t speak the thought aloud, though, just kept her half-frowning silence. It was cruel enough as it is not to offer empty words of encouragement and reassurance to the newly-pregnant girl, but Ves didn’t like to lie to people unnecessarily, and she didn’t want something like this to happen again.
Her expression became a little bit more open when Emma said she considered Inferni her family. “You’ll be taken care of,” she reasserted. She knew that, even if most of the clan didn’t spare the young woman a second look, there would be softer coyotes to lend her aid. Emma had to have friends here, and Kaena at least had the experience in motherhood to give her advice on that if not thoughtless comfort.
“Sounds messy,” Vesper answered, her gaze dropping to the blueberry stains on the other’s fur. “But that sounds okay, if you’ll be careful and safe. Especially because you have more lives than your own to take care of now.” She was reminded of Alma’s encounter with the blonde dog woman, and there were plenty of other dangers in the wilderness. She knew that most of Inferni could handle it by this point, though; the war had strengthened and prepared them for that sort of danger if nothing else.
The slender coywolf’s movement with the watering can drew Vesper’s attention back to the plants and her purpose here. She came to stand beside the other, mindful of her belly even if Emma wasn’t really showing and wouldn’t be destroyed with an accidental bump, and scrutinized the plants with a frown. “What is this one for?” she asked, her fingers lightly brushing the dark leaves of one such plant. Her eyes lifted to the flowerpots hanging from the pipe, close to but shielded from the downpour. “Know of anything a raven might like to eat?”
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