calamity

The life I live is one big calamity

The Were-King had never been one terribly inclined to discuss his emotions with anyone. It was hardly a matter of trust, those infinite layers he placed between himself and the world were the only way he knew how to cope with tragedies that so frequently befell the man, much less the only way he could ensure the safety of those fragile souls he surrounded himself with. For a brief moment, the Alpha regarded his Beta's wife with a glimpse of cool apathy before he simply insisted he was fine in the same manner he always did, his gaze deviating from her own to eye the depths of the forest that surrounded them - after all, there was hardly anything she could do to assist him, much less his often tremulous and quickly shifting moods. Thankfully, Raven didn't seem determined to press the topic, the woman's attention so quickly deviating instead towards the idea of 'home'. This...this fractured state the pack existed within could only be temporary, their animal halves near requiring those social ties in one way or another. It was, perhaps, unfortunate, however, that Tetradore had little hope to offer her beyond the simple knowledge that there was something within the works.

In truth, Tetradore himself had yet to see what his money had bought him - those digitally rendered pictures and the reputation of the company in question had been enough to coax those funds from the Were-King. He had, of course, attended numerous virtual meetings with the architects to ensure their new home met the pack's specific needs, those meticulously drawn plans changed again and again until Tetradore had given his final approval. He had seen pictures, of course, the skeleton of it coming together, those beams shaping something wholly unrecognizable in some undisclosed carefully controlled warehouse. He'd met with the designer far more frequently to discuss the specifics of the interior and yet, in spite of all those decisions that had required his oversight...he had not once stepped into the place that would, one day, become theirs. Although he could discuss in detail the wood paneling on the floor and the granite used in the bathroom, the Alpha had distinctly little news he could offer her that he felt might be of any true value, hardly viewing door knobs and lighting as interesting. That almost disappointed 'Oh' that left her lips, however, hardly went unnoticed by the man, the emerald of his irises shifted back towards her as she insisted that any progress was good. His shoulder lifted in a vague shrug, after all, that progress hardly helped them in their current predicament, the pack simply left waiting out their respective solitary confinement.

For several moments, silence fell between the two, though it was hardly uncomfortable. Tetradore was never one for many words, the Alpha forever falling back to that stoicness that had for so long personified him. It was only the sound of his name that drew his gaze upwards and towards her, that news falling from her lips near anxiously and yet, it failed to elicit an immediate reaction from him. After all, he had known it was coming...to some extent. It was the natural next step in their relationship, particularly after she had informed him they were intending to try for a child of their own. He paused for a moment before informing her that he had already seen to preparations for their child, their room specifically fitted with an adjoining one for the impending babe. It was, however, several moments longer before the Were-King remembered that a reaction was expected of him, the vibrancy of his irises slowly turned back towards her as he finally offered her that congratulations that society so dictated she received. He hadn't anticipated that further discussion upon Tobias' efforts to name the child, much less Raven's nervousness, the Were-King entirely uncertain as to what to say to reassure her.

"I'm....sure you'll find a name you both like." He offered at last, certain that Raven would remain the voice of reason from any names such as 'fork' or 'napkin', not that he could fault Tobias in his attempts. At the very least, he was trying. He watched in silence as Tobias' slinky feline figure darted in front of the large windows, the leopard seemed wholly devoted to his game with whatever insect he was chasing and yet...the very presence of the cat brought an entirely different through to the forefront of his mind - one that was seemingly mirrored within Raven too. The soft murmur upon Raven's lips drew his attention towards her and yet, her words served merely to bring a frown to his features as he silently considered that promise. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly before his lips parted. "If you want to not be a pain as a Mother, you won't act like you're alone in this. You're not. You have the pack behind you to help you every step of the way and...more importantly, you have him." He nodded briefly towards the window and the deviant on the other side of it. "Everyone always underestimates him but there is nothing he cannot do...not if you actually bother to teach him in the way that he learns best. Nadya did not understand that. I am hoping that you will...and if you don't then you don't deserve him...or to be the mother of his child."

I don't owe you a god damned thing