bite your tongue

[Neela Garcia]

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Neela had been a nervous wreck the past week since she had realised she was pregnant; in-between stalking around the territory growling at shadows and wisps of scent she had been agonising over how she was going to approach Tony and tell him about the pups. As much as she loved Tony Neela was aware that he wasn;t the mos worldly wolf and she didn’t know how he would react to being told that he was soon to be a father.

Snarling quietly to herself Neela ran her claws through her hair in frustration. The collie was lounging around Kingsbury in Optime form at the moment. The swelling to her stomach was clearly visible now and admittedly it would probably be a good idea for Neela to take to Lupus if she wanted to put off the inevitable conversation with Tony but she wanted to make the most of her Optime form while she still had access to it; it wouldn’t be too long before she had to shift into Lupus and stay like that for the rest of her pregnancy so the collie intended to take advantage of her hands while she could still use them; god knows fishing would be pretty much impossible in a heavily pregnant Lupus form and Neela didn’t know of many others in the pack that would be able to help her sate her craving for fish. Adelle maybe, if the pup could remember how Neela had taught her, but she doubted that she would be in much of a mood to fish for Neela with the death of her grandfather.

Neela's rather diverted musings were cut short by the sudden presence of preyscent floating past her muzzle and a tongue flicking at her cheek followed shortly by the sense of a body much larger than her own entering her personal space. Neela smiled happily, snuggling back into Tony's embrace. This happiness was interrupted by Tony's comment, causing Neela to twist her head back and glare daggers at her mate. Letting out a huff Neela carefully pried herself out from Tony's arms to free herself some movement up and then drew her arm forwards and sent her elbow flying into his stomach. Not full force - bony elbows such as Neela had combined with the surprising amount of force the slight collie could generate were actually fairly deadly weapons in the right place - but enough to hurt.

"Idiota, I'm not fat, I'm pregnant." she snapped, angry for a split second before her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear when she realised what she had just said. Neela had been trying to figure a more subtle way of breaking the news; maybe talking to Tony about his thoughts on pups before actually telling him she was pregnant, but instead she had just blurted it out carelessly.

Neela's ears flattened and her tail retreaded between her legs as she glances nervously at Tony, wondering how he was going to take the news.

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