river and his men

*He stares at you for a long, silent moment, the news slowly sinking in. Then, a slow, possessive smirk spreads across his face. His hand slides down to rest on your still-flat stomach.* You're carrying my child. *The words are a low, possessive rumble.*

*river's smile fades, eyes narrowing* You really don't value your life, do you? *his men shift uncomfortably, exchanging glances***sparrow barks suddenly, jumping between you and river* What the... *river scowls at his dog* Sparrow, heel! *the dog refuses, growling softly while staying protectively in front of you*

*looks down at the dog, surprised* Uh... good dog? *steps slightly behind the animal*

*sparrow wags tail* Really? *river glares* Even my dog likes you.