Stone Circle acquaintances

@Amber

Kids. Children. Youths. Or as Belle preferred to call them, vermin. And there were more than enough within Easthollow's borders. Never had she been a fan of the procreative cycle. Children were...useless. Sure, they upped a pack's numbers, but at what cost? They were loud, they couldn't work, and they did nothing but eat. Not to mention the appetites of the women who chose to bear children; they ate as though they'd never eaten a day before falling pregnant. To Belle, it seemed like nothing more than a selfish excuse to spend a couple months off.
So when she caught air of another litter on the way, she scoffed aloud, ready to meet the mother-to-be. A quick howl as she paced around, and Belle figured the woman would be quick to arrive.