The Slayer had been sticking particularly close to the territory, taking it easy for all of their sakes: herself, Kerberos, and their unborn child or children. She’d been the first, she was fairly certain, to notice the small changes in her scent, but the cat was out of the bag now. Of course, she knew they didn’t have to worry about repercussions. It felt almost surreal, knowing that this was allowed, that not every pack was like the one she was supposed to have been born in… she’d fight for them like her family, because that was very much what they were now. Just like she’d fight for her offspring and her mate – blood and hellfire wouldn’t stand in her path.
That protective nature had been brewing from the moment that she’d decided to let Kerberos in all those months ago. The moment she’d taken him on as a travelling partner, and later a friend and confident… her walls were slowly crumbling down and for once, she didn’t feel a need to repair them. They were strong enough to repel those she didn’t know, but weak enough to provide and be more than the statue she’d been in the past. She was surprisingly grateful for it.
The raven woman moved carefully through the lands, a slow day for her as she adjusted to the subtle changes that were starting to form in her body, sniffing around for a snack to sate her hunger and secretly hoping to bump into her husband despite not actively seeking him out or calling for him. She was sure he was just as busy as she normally was.