Her heat had settled and finally she was free to be around the rest of the pack again. Not that she wished to get away from Damien, far from it actually. Their days of intimacy had been her favourite in recent memory, but the aftermath would give them even greater joy - so she thought. The pups she would bear would carry on the legacy of the Melonii bloodline, but still she was afraid she wasn't enough for the honor. Damien had picked her, yes, but the more Meloniis joined their cause, the more her value would drop among them. She was barely an Apaata, barely anyone. If her kids would remember and tell their kids and so on it would be a miracle.

The consort was minding her own business when she came across Megara and she waved her tail in greeting upon spotting her. How jealous she was of the old woman's blue tinted coat and vibrant indigo eyes.

She wondered if the old woman looked and acted anything like her sister. Meldresi meant a great deal to the Blackfeather wolves but Nyx had been born too late to meet her. She didn't hear much about Damien's father, didn't even know his name, so she presumed he was dead too. Megara. she greeted formally, not sure how to act. They weren't friends, right?

To be very honest, I have been feeling a bit strange. She answered honestly, seeing no reason to lie to their own wolves. A bit dizzy. Is that normal for..- For a maybe pregnant woman? She wasn't sure if Damien wanted to keep it a secret but if so she had already let the cat out of the bag. Not to mention that they were both gone for about a week or so while the smell of her heat hung in the air. Yes, surely everyone knew what they had been up to, but it was too late now to finish her sentence for at least 5 seconds had passed already.

"What we all hope for"... Did that mean the others were expecting her to give birth too? She hadn't thought about how the coming of their children would affect the pack, but pups were an exciting concept for most she thought. Of course they would want Damien to have children, be it with her or another woman. Or perhaps she was thinking about it too much. Still, she flashed a quick smile in thanks.

Nyx followed, padding alongside the older woman with her tail hovering just slightly above hers. Her ears slid back in embarrassment then, not very fond of telling others where she came from and how her life had turned out. Well, I am no Melonii. Megara had probably already figured that one out. I do come from Meldresi's pack though, but I was born after her passing. I've known Damien my whole life. Although he disappeared on me a few times. I am a Blackfeather-Apaata mix, three siblings, all boys, and some I have never met. She didn't want to tell Megara about how neither parent really looked out for her and that Damien was more the one who had actually raised her from her perspective, thinking it might cause their mateship to be viewed as inappropriate. She didn't think of him as her father or anything, but he had taught her everything and given her the attention she had never gotten as a child.

Damien and I only recently admitted our feelings for each other, but they have been there for a long time. Too long, actually. It was like they had always been together.

Made for each other huh? She guessed her mother was right about something then, marrying her off as a wee babe to the then much older Damien. She wondered if things would be different had she not stayed around Blackfeather Woods - had run off someplace else to live in peace. Could she belong anywhere else than with the Meloniis? Probably not. She believed in destiny, and if this wasn't her path she would've gone off it by now.

I know them. Their stories - Damien told a lot of them when I was younger, but I am not an expert. She answered honestly. She liked to believe in things she could see, like her future children and Damien's love for her. She wasn't sure if she shared the same beliefs as them, but she was sure she believed in something.

Perhaps she'd feel more like family if she did indeed learn about their religion. She knew bits and pieces already, but she was just a simple Apaata/Blackfeather mix and had not been raised with it. Besides, she'd have to raise her kids the Melonii way, not her own way.

Please, do teach me. It wasn't a desperate call for help, more a determined statement that she was open to learn. She'd probably never become a priestess herself, but perhaps one of her hatchlings would want to become one.