Anduin's eyes flick quickly up to Wrathion's face, searching his expression for any hint of what the words might mean. Of any hint of what Wrathion is not saying aloud. They are only whelps, hatchlings. Infants, less than a day out of the shell at the time that Wrathion had managed to make his way over there. Anduin had done some digging for information, while Wrathion had crossed the border earlier that day. Enough to come to understand the basics of what supposedly had occurred. But why in the world...
"I don't understand," Anduin says, brow pinching tight in concern. "You said that Aiva's distress for them had... Passed? Was she caring for them as she should?"
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Anduin's eyes flick quickly up to Wrathion's face, searching his expression for any hint of what the words might mean. Of any hint of what Wrathion is not saying aloud. They are only whelps, hatchlings. Infants, less than a day out of the shell at the time that Wrathion had managed to make his way over there. Anduin had done some digging for information, while Wrathion had crossed the border earlier that day. Enough to come to understand the basics of what supposedly had occurred. But why in the world...
"I don't understand," Anduin says, brow pinching tight in concern. "You said that Aiva's distress for them had... Passed? Was she caring for them as she should?"