#burningwolfcon

“Are you going to be alright!” Wide, terrified optics stared at her. “You’re so young and so slim and- Primus, who’s the doctor? Who’s attending? Do you have them on call? Do you have an attending nurse to guide you through the carrying process? How far along are you? Oh pit... please tell me you’ve thought about all this!”

“Are you sure? What kind of fish?”

“We meet again, Rustfang.“

Just ‘cause there’s one species with the same name doesn’t mean they’re the same thing! Like, wolf spiders aren’t actually wolves.

I am cooler than you.

Saberhorn is going to back away from the overprotective Chiropticon.

Terra is half asleep with a positively huge tome resting inhis hands. He’s awake enough to read and flip the pages, but not so much to becompletely aware of his surroundings. That’s why Omega is with him. Perchedcomfortably upon his legs, the hybrid pup is happily gnawing on some energontreats when she notices the unknown individual.She snatches the treats, barks around them with her tail wagging like crazy,and then scrambles over Terra’s legs to get his attention. The Immortal laughstiredly and pets at the pup’s fluffy mane before a voice catches his attention.He glances over and sees --Rusty, he thinks their name is—peaking around acorner.The huge tome closes with a deep ‘thump’ and he sets it aside. He smiles atthem, soft and slight.“Hello.” He says, though his voice holds a slight warmth and his Presencepulses friendliness and an invitation to come closer—this can be felt over thenear-constant protectiveness and the slightest feeling of curiosity that seemsmore amplified by his field than actually coming from it.

“Basically.”