Willowhisp
Tarantula Lover
“He’s your dad?” Uhtred asked, a note of concern etching his voice. What would an alpha think of an outsider talking to his daughter? He wondered, worried for himself and her. He wasn’t doing anything but talking, surely that was innocent and not worthy of punishment? He didn’t have any fiends and that’s all he was trying to do, so he figured it should be fine…right? His breathing hitched some, him mind doing summersaults, he was terrified that the alpha male would find out he thought his daughter to be pretty and kind.Nina: probably, though my dad probably isn't in a big rush to get back. No point rushing for no reason. *though she was also wondering that herself.*
Whip kept her place, she scooted closer, scared someone would tell her to go.Jock kept whimpering, but was slightly comforted. He looked up at Álfr as if to let her know that, but he didn't lift up his head at all.
The howling appeared to be done, so Blazer started dragging himself back to his den. Then he caught the scent of Gerald and realized that Gerald must of left the den. He laid there sniffing the scent when he spotted Hilina coming over. He quickly moved himself to look like he was perfectly fine, and tried to hide the fact that his back end was paralyzed.
Álfr smiled sadly yet kindly to Jock, “Take all the time you need to grieve,” she told him gently, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “Come on Whip,” she whispered, turning to leave.