Otter Creek Walk it off

Saena, being pretty naive about sex and how it worked and how puppies took their genes from their parents, didn't fully understand the implication of Gunnar's parents' dimorphism. Part of her knew it meant the puppies would probably be big, but they were so tiny when born, as far as she knew. She only had Blue Willow's litter to go off of, but she thought they were small enough that it was hardly difficult at all. She couldn't possibly understand how hard it really was to give birth.

"I'm all right," she told him, and quickly added, "no, no, the Bay should be fine. The dog was pretty beat up when I found it, I'm sure it's dead by now. I haven't seen any others in a long time." As if to make sure, she glanced past her friend's shoulder, then returned her deep indigo eyes to him. "The weird things have been here, they won't affect you. We had a female come back pregnant not long ago without permission. She's still the highest ranked below the leaders even though she broke a law. I don't agree with it." Another pause, then, "and there's this jerk here who can't show a lick of respect to his superiors, but it's like no one cares. He's spoken down to me so many times."

Okay, two was hardly so many, but it sure felt like it to Saena. "So I don't think I'm going to be staying. Actually, I'm almost positive I'll be leaving very soon." She briefly thought to ask if the Bay would have room for her, but she knew it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to rule like her parents before her, and Ragnar and Thistle Cloud would never step aside for her. It would be worse than here in a way. "Claim my own land, or something like that."