Her attention lingered upon the enormous swell of the womans belly thoughtfully. More than four, apparently and considerably more was likely. There was something fascinating about not knowing what was happening beneath the skin, only being able to watch the evidence of it grow larger by the day. A body quietly constructing several new lives within itself, rearranging itself to accommodate them.

Messy business, life.

Death had always been simpler.

Well I suppose there's something charming about the surprise, she would muse, resting her cheek against one of her forepaws. Fairytale’s affection for the unborn pups was hard to miss. Every absent little stroke of her paw over her stomach, every proud glance spoke of something Liora had never particularly understood. The instinct to love someone before they had even drawn breath seemed almost absurdly trusting.

I am curious what they’ll be like, she hummed, Between you and Joxer, I imagine Sanguine is about to be overrun by little creatures with no sense of self preservation her eyes brightened faintly. She stretched one foreleg lazily through the shade before settling again, her attention remaining on Fairytale. It would hardly do to let the woman struggle unnecessarily, especially when offering a little kindness cost Liora next to nothing.

If you need anything, do tell me. Water, something to eat, someone to fetch Joxer before you attempt the perilous journey back to your den. her tone remained light, almost teasing. I’d hate to watch our Domina roll herself into the watering hole when I could have prevented it, there was genuine warmth in the offer, even if she was aware of the value in being remembered as useful. Fairytale was pleasant company, but pleasant company with influence was even better.