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Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

There was a flurry of words and Saul tried not to interrupt. It was clear they didn't catch up very often and he allowed them to continue their conversation. Colibri's question, directed at Eclipse, made him look up, brows furrowed. Had he heard what he thought he'd heard? Eclipse had had children? Green eyes narrowed slightly at Eclipse as if to figure her own, before her soft words of compliment caused a smile on his lips. If she hadn't wanted to tell him, that was her prerogative and he would respect whatever she wished to tell him, or not. He did send her a softly encouraging smile, a non-verbal reassurance that he was here for her if she wanted to talk. His attention now, however, was redirected to Colibri, who had begun to explain what had happened and the predicament she now found herself in.



Her soft voice, almost too quiet for anyone but those in their immediate vicinity to hear, was stuttery as usual. He listened with a concentrated look, glancing down as she nudged the only pale female in her litter, re-iterating that she was Florina, who seemed to be on a mission to move away from her mother. Colibri continued, trying to voice her concerns about her youngest child. Saul couldn't help the soft smile on his lips as Florina bumped into his toes, seeming outraged at the obstruction there. Eclipse's soft words were registered, before the worried whine of his own voice from his mate caused him to look back up at Lilin. Nodding his head softly, he dipped, scooping the youngest up.


She was cold, the warmth of the house not yet infiltrating her saturated fur. It didn't seem to bother her though and she squirmed restlessly in his grip. Snorting softly, he dipped down to the floor and sat down, rearranging the pup into his palm, the other holding her still. Green eyes turned to her, checking her eyes, ears and nose first. Her nose was wet still, but her ears were cold and he gave the little pup a rub to try and warm her up. A finger pressed up against her chest, feeling her heartbeat and judging it to be normal. Bringing the pup closer to his face, he allowed his nose to tickle the damp fur, snuffling constantly around her, trying to see if he could smell anything wrong with her. Lowering her once more, he rubbed her body absent-mindedly as he glanced up at her mother. I can't see, or smell, anything physically wrong with her. I'm not sure Coli... He spoke softly, a regretful tone that he could find nothing wrong.

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