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Saul Lupus is by Alaine!
As he excited his house, a grin on his lips, Saul could see the emotion warring in his cousins eyes, despite the smile he returned. He'd rarely seen the upbeat male this troubled and he wondered what on earth could be wrong with him. Subtly, the Virding took a deep breath, taking in his cousins scent. All he could smell was Grace and their assortment of animals- there didn't seem to be an underlying scent of another that could have worried the male, and there didn't seem to be any scents of blood on him that could indicate a physical problem like that. He did notice that Grace's scent smelt a little strange, but he refrained from sticking his face against his cousins fur to get a stronger wiff. That would be embarrassing and he was certain the male would get what he wanted out. Sure enough, he was greeted, although he was quiet. His request was a simple one, though Saul felt his head cock to the side, brows scrunched slightly.
Before he could ask why, Niernan revealed his suspicions and Saul felt a gasp rush through his lips. More puppies? Along with a strong dose of surprise, joy and pride he felt, he could help but feel a little overwhelmed. With Colibri's pups and his own litter, plus Niernan and Grace, they would be overrun with pups. Niernan's embarressed silence was, for the most part, unnoticed- the grey Virding was deep in his own thoughts. As he began to come to terms with the fact, he realised that Niernan wasn't sure, hence the request. He looked up in time for the dark male to start explaining, and the male felt a grin tug his lips. His cousin might be a father too.
I'll come and examine her and see if I can find anything. Even if they don't start showing until a good month or so, there is a hardness in the abdomen that usually indicates things. He offered by way of explanation- he was trying not to overthink this and really get excited. There was a possibility that Grace wasn't pregnant, but it was job to find out. Gesturing for Niernan to lead the way, he patted the male on the back, still unable to fight the grin.
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