She was relieved that he did not fight back on her leaving if need be. That made her feel a lot better and she sighed a bit in response. She had a plan, and she could stick to it. Only problem is if Joxer appears when the pups are too small to walk on their own. The first few weeks were going to be the most dangerous, and she knew it.

”We are in agreement then,” she says with a nod. Azalea needed to get all this off her chest in order for this to work, otherwise she would not have hesitated to take the Sesh up on his offer to live with the cult. Not her preferred setting, but at least it was familiar with her upbringing.

”Anything is appreciated, Jaxxon. Apologies, the mother blood does lace my tongue,” she said genuinely, another sigh escaping her as a clean paw reached out to lay upon his. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she collected herself. ”Look, I understand your plight. I think I understand better than anyone. If I was in your position with Amaryllis…I cannot say what I would do. I really can’t,” she admitted. Amaryllis could have changed so much the past two winters they have been apart. Together, she knew exactly how Amaryllis would act. But after being apart? Who knows for sure.

”But don’t assume he is dead either. No body, no death. I sense you do not wish him dead, but nor do you wish your children dead. You a very much in a state of conflict, a conflict that will not resolve without either his dead body or his return. That must be very hard,” she said more gently now, returning to how she more normally speaks. She intended no romantic relationship to form between them, but instead wished only for their friendship in raising the puppies.

There was a paranoia in him, and she can see that with the way he acts. The conflict within the man was great, and it was apparent his brother had a hold on him…in a very different way than Azalea and Amaryllis.

”I guess only time will tell,” she mentioned, eyeing him carefully as he lowers his head and wishes he was gone. Faded away. It was a thing she never even thought about or considered. She tilted her pretty head a bit, sharp features considering what he said. She eyed his neck now, thinking of how easy it would be to take whatever blood she wanted from the bumbling male right now. She sighs a bit and bites her lip. She was in no position for a fight.

”Wasn’t here, hm? Where would you rather be right now?” she asked probingly, bringing her own paw back to her, crossing them as she kept herself rather high, confident, and pristine. Although she was dead serious about the safety of her future children, she naturally held this air to her that she was going to figure it out. Unbothered, perhaps. What could she do at this point anyway? She said her piece, and now it is just a matter of time.

”Who knows with this place, it brought us here, it might decide to spit us right out,” she pondered as she looked towards the mouth of the den. There was certainly something off about this place, and she wouldn’t be surprised if what she said was true.

Azalea huffed a bit at his response. Perhaps she is not the most sentimental type. She understood the desire to go back, in another time, back when she had her sister and Miles. But life went on, and Azalea adjusted. She made life work for her, no matter what.

”No need to linger on what cannot be. It does little for you. Of course, you can do as you please, but what will it get you?” she asked with a singular movement of her brow. Maybe it is what he needs to hear. Maybe not. She couldn’t tell to be honest.

She smirks at his comment, and ruffles her shoulders, giving a arrogant shake to her head in a playful way. At least he was a man who appreciated a fine woman when he saw one. ”Well of course, I am making them, aren't I?” she said playfully. ”I’ll make um good, perhaps I will give them your smile and eyes, a touch of charm,” she said with a wiggle, poking him on the shoulder with her nose now.

Too bad he wouldn’t be able to claim them as his. They are going to be grand.