Sunspire Mountains Myotis

Tonravik missed the expression that crossed his face as she lay there tiredly. At this point, she knew his brand of humor, and snorted at his response, glancing at his smug expression. She moved to reach toward him and nip him but the things within her kicked roughly. It brought a pained snarl to her own face, and would have tried again if she did not fret expelling the things there and now.

"Almost time," she breathed. Her hormones raged within her and she was unsure of how and what she felt. There was a sense of unease to her. "We will be ananak and atâtak. Mother, and father." Tonravik was not used to this role as she was used to all of her others. Never had she been called ananak, and the hour was nigh.