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[Dierdre Rhiannon]

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She didn't know why she had chosen to come back to Storm to visit. She'd been walking for a while, trying to get some sort of exercise. Her mother's newest litter had just been born, so Deuce was in the den most of the time, thus unable to accompany the Puppysitter like she usually did. Dierdre liked being in the den with her new little brothers and her mother, and babysat a lot, but sometimes she got a little stir-crazy from being underground so much.

She had been thinking about trying to make some kind of an above-ground den with some concrete from the human city...but wasn't sure if it would be all right with Tayui and Fatin. It wasn't that Dierdre didn't like the big pack den, but she wanted a little more privacy than a place like that could offer, especially now that her due date was coming nearer.

The white girl had never given birth before, had never been pregnant in the two years that she had been alive. It was certainly an experience, to feel the little souls inside of her, squirming around. She'd been wondering about how many there were. Based on the amount of movement, she had decided that there was definitely at least three of them. Three little babies.

Dierdre preferred her werewolf form over her normal wolf form usually, so that was the form that she had chosen to travel in. The weight of her belly seemed to drag her down more when she was in her normal wolf form, and it made her feel uncomfortable. This way she at least felt balanced.

The cinnamon flecked wolf passed the borders without thinking about boundaries. This place had been her home for over a year...and everyone in the pack knew her. She would be allowed in, wouldn't she? The worst thing that they could do would be to tell her that she wasn't welcomed...and if they did, then she would go without protest. She wasn't sure how much her sister and brothers knew, if they knew about what she'd done. Maybe the entire pack knew by now. But maybe they wouldn't mind seeing her again...if only to visit, and see how she was.

Her mismatched yellow and blue eyes took in the familiar surroundings as she went, all of the sights and sounds of Storm. Jaded Shadows was so different from here. It was a comfort to be back in familiar surroundings, but at the same time she was on high alert. She didn't want to run into Pilot if she could help it.

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[Styx Kirr-Calatoerio]

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Styx Kirr-Calatoerio Falling in the black Slipping through the cracks Oh sweet lord above what the hell was this place. Styx was the new kid on the block in Storm. Styx was different, but sadly Styx still had no idea that this was so. In his mind he was normal, these "werewolf" things were the abnormal ones. I mean, come on, no one in the Vales was any different from him, how was he to know that the alphas had kept the pack hidden away in seclusion for generations to keep the lines pure, untainted from wereblood. How was he to know that before his time the pack had encountered a werewolf and killed it to keep their location a secret. Paranoia ran like water in the Vales and such long periods of stressful isolation had deteriorated the minds of many of the pack members, especially those in command. Styx had no idea what the hell he'd gotten himself into by coming to this place, by leaving the Vales at all. He must act calm, after all he was now a acting member of this pack, he had to perform his duties. And this was an intruder. Abomination or not he needed to confront....her...it? He wasn't entirely sure. But whatever it was, it was carrying a huge amount of weight at it's midsection. Styx had been a healer apprentice for a brief time before his departure, the only thing he'd inspected that mildly resembled what he was seeing was a tumor on his great uncle's stomach. But this creature, this shifter didn't smell....ill....at least not of any illness he could identify. She did smell off though....more so than most shifters did to him. Which put him even further on edge. "Ah....ex...excuse me....." He started forward from his resting place under a full branched oak. He forced himself to appear confident, tail curling up behind him and ears pushed froward in a show of dominance, but his voice shock and his eyes looked about him uneasily. "I....may I help you.....?" He managed, keeping his eyes at her swollen midsection, unable to meet her gaze. Falling to the depths can I ever go back?

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[Dierdre Rhiannon]

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She'd gone back to the human city to look for something to knit; she'd just been in a knitting mood lately. She wanted to make something for the pups, something that she could use to keep them nice and warm. Dierdre hoped that all of them would be born healthy and that they wouldn't have any problems...she wasn't sure what she would do if any of them were stillborn, or didn't survive.

She would be able to talk to Deuce about everything, though, in due time. Her mother had given birth so many times that Dierdre was surprised that she could still have puppies. But she had. Her two new little brothers were the only ones that had survived out of all of the litters that Deuce had brought into the world, besides Dierdre herself.

Her eye color ran in the family, and sometimes she wondered if the pups she bore would have the same hues. One yellow, one blue. It would be interesting to watch them grow and develop personalities of their own, too. She'd always babysat other peoples' pups...but having her own would be a brand new experience.

The white wolf grimaced as she was forced to a stop, hearing a voice up ahead. She wanted to keep going, to continue on into the lands. She really needed to get a few things that she'd left behind in the den, like her knitting needles and thread. She was risking running into Pilot to get these things.

Dierdre halted a few yards away from the stranger, looking at his odd posture. He was a wolf of Storm, but one that she had never met before. She ought to show him some respect, at least, because he was taking a stand against her. It was good behavior to see. "I'm Dierdre Rhiannon. I used to live in this pack up until a week or so ago. I...well, I was mated to Pilot Haddon, your alpha. I was just coming back to get a few things from our den that I'd left behind." Obviously things had not gone well between her and Pilot. She wondered if this wolf would sense that or not. It wasn't like Dierdre wasn't welcomed here. At least...she thought that she still was.

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[Styx Kirr-Calatoerio]

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Styx Kirr-Calatoerio Falling in the black Slipping through the cracks "Dierdre Rhiannon." He repeated her name slowly, putting her face and scent to memory with this name. After Skoll meeting these werewolves was a little easier, at least this one was mild looking. "I .... I can escort you to your den ..... that is if you'd ... like ..." Styx had yet to met Pilot, or hear of his mate and what became of their relationship. This meant that he needed to keep an eye on this lady just in case she was no longer welcome in Storm. "Or if you'd like me to call....someone else...." Such a confident boy, eh? He shifted his weight uneasily. "You're..... a shifter .... right?" He asked a little uncertainly despite being quite sure that she was. It was clear as a bell after all. But that was Styx, always second guessing himself. "I'm ... not." How blatantly intelligent. Poor Styx wasn't much of a conversation starter. Falling to the depths can I ever go back?

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