Creek moaned again in grievance, realizing that there were now a total of three trolls that could possibly spill the beans before he even knew what to do with himself. Poppy was loud enough for her dad to overhear, what if Branch had heard already as well? His head was swimming with a hundred possibilities and even more so that he couldn't fathom. Sitting there at his table, he tried to soak in everything that had happened that day. The sun had already set hours ago and soon after dinner, he'd be left alone with Branch; Left alone with his new mate in a large, quiet pod that felt familiar, yet unfamiliar. In a sense, Creek already knew that he was pregnant. He knew from the first moment of illness while camping with Diego in the rocky valley. He had tried to ignore it, even when his symptoms worsened. He ignored, but the growing spirit within him bubbled up and greeted his aura as a tiny orb of happiness that slipped out of his grip of control.