( Pursuer POV. )

Something seemed off… Artful was a hated French magician, known for his tricks and his abilities to kill other Civilians. You we’re his partner in crime, but you’ve been acting off these past few weeks. You were more protective, but aggressive…

Artful decided to one day walk over where you we’re laying down, hearing some small squeaks coming from under your body. Artful sighs and looks down at your aggressive yet protective form once again, seeing the fur on your back bristling and your tail lashing behind you like an angry cat.

“Pursuer, what’s been going on with you? I mean… You’re never this aggressive with me. Let me check…” Artful bent down, lifting up your body slightly to reveal small tiny life forms you somehow managed to have. Artful gasped softly at the sight and placed you back down, looking at you with wide eyes.

“You… Had these babies? Is that the culprit to why you’ve been so protective?!” Artful backed up, wanting to keep a safe distance in case you tried to attack.