Anann told him the truth and he felt his stomach sink. Not at the thought that she was cursed by her family's line, but that she believed herself doomed. Birthing pups was a serious matter, and it was no doubt possible that Anann would be in danger, but Anatoliy had seen so few mothers die having their children. But she was afraid, that much was certain. Yet the man highly doubted that she would pass on after giving birth, even if the spawn was Keese's seed. Anatoliy was not proud of it, but he would not want her to die for that bastard's children, not when she was worth more than he ever even imagined. They were not worth her life. Even then, he doubted she would die on him.
"Vell..," he began, resting a hand over her paw, stroking the thin pelt. "I don't zhink it was alvays like zhat.. I'm sure it vas all a coincidence.." He did not know how to be reassuring in this case; she was so certain death was on her horizon. "I'm sure vhatever god controls zhis.. they vould not take you avay from me. And zhem, vhen the time comes."
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