A small, awkward smile crossed the face of the Patriot at the greeting by Chionodoxa, and Strat would nod in greeting to the stranger in hopes that she didn't look too tense. Just as the smaller feline made a comment about not knowing Balthazar (which almost made the girl think that the creature had lied to her about where he was from), just the man she wanted to see turned up at the border with a sly look on his face. Even though she knew that none of this could possibly be intentional, she wanted to slap the flirty look off of his huge face.
"I figured that it would be bigger of me to turn up in person to say this to you," she began, no return of a greeting escaping her. There was a serious look on her face, despite the sheer anxiety the rest of her body language gave off. She wasn't sure what Balthazar expected from this visit-- a declaration of love or something equally disgusting, probably-- but she knew she was about to turn everything on its head for him. "Look, I know that there's no way you could have possibly planned this, and I sure as hell didn't either--" I know you didn't because of the stupidly oblivious look on your face, she wanted to add bitterly, though she knew she had to keep everything calm and political if she wanted this to go well at all. "Balthazar, I'm expecting a litter, and all evidence at hand leaves me with no other father but yourself."
Again, it was like dropping a stone in still water. Now she got to watch the ripple effect.
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