Her gentle touch stilled his nervous fidgeting; While that warm palm rested against his flesh, Sirius remained motionless. Eyes lowered to the connection, confused at the strange welling of emotions within him. He did not love as others loved - Love was issued according to value, to worth, and it was a measure of tolerance rather than anything else. But strange hormones had stirred in him lately, provoked by her own, and he could not ignore the bizarre, almost painful warmth within his chest.
Her soft words pulled him from the bizarre revere, and the man's eyes widened, acidic green rimmed with pearl. There was a fear within him, but he hid it from her desperately. Some women did not survive childbirth, he knew this. Some children did not. But Clover was strong - She had been fed only the best food, been given only the best nutrients, since he had been made aware of her condition. She was strong, and the pups within her would be strong, because they were his heirs. The weak would not survive in this harsh world.
Another contraction stirred through her, and she recoiled from him, clutching at her belly again. His face twisted in a protective half-snarl - He hated the pain she would have to go through, but it was necessary. The pain meant that the children she held within her were strong, and were fighting their way out. They would be true Northerners, he was sure of it.
The entrance of the slave distracted him, and Sirius' head lifted towards her, eyes flashing poisonously. The woman had been absent of late, and his narrowed pupils graced her own pregnant stomach, obvious distaste flickering across brooding, angular features. Only on Clover's insistence had he allowed the slave to remain, in her pregnant state - The soon-to-be mother of his children seemed rather fond of Wander, and it would have stressed her to send the pregnant slave away. "Yes," He snapped briskly, yellowed fangs glittering as he spoke, "It is time. Come, sit with her," He rose slowly, eyes returning to Clover. "I will call for a healer. Rest, be calm," Only the very best would do for the Lykoi princess and his would-be heirs - They would be treated to ever luxury they could desire. With urgent steps, he moved past Wander and out into the doorway of his chamber, where he tilted back his head and released a commanding howl and series of yaps summoning a healer, and summoning the witch, Siv.
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