Blacktail Deer Plateau anyone who knows what love is

She gave herself a disproving click of her tongue—Tamar’s absence struck her harder than any other in her life. She had wallowed—only truly entertaining her children, and when Reyson made the decision to scout ahead for a home for them all—a fresh start, she found she did not have the energy to argue against him they should be with him.

Time did not heal all wounds, and Tamar was greatly missed—but she grew anxious as each day passed.

Soon, she knew, if Reyson did not return soon, she would round up the remaining of their children and begin her search for him… Reuniting their family, once more…

… and if she was correct, with the onset of a headache and nervous energy, she could feel the beginning of her heat pressing to her.

They might have a chance to continue to grow their family, if he returned to them swiftly enough.

Do you mind if I join you? Greyfalcon hasn’t much going on right now…. Self note: This would take place after a couple previous threads.

After her border patrols and recent meetings with the other younger pack mates, she found her way to the center of camp. She had smelled another wolf nearby, she decided to check out who it was and saw that it was Meadow. Now she didn’t know Meadow that well, but she knew Tamar. 

The woman seemed distressed, deep in thought. “Hello, is everything alright Meadow?” She asked, kindly. “May you seek a listening ear?” Upon closer inspection of her face while maintaining a respectful distance, she did notice more confused looks in her face. Whether or not the woman seeked solace in a fellow she wolf, she would offer it.