Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

That he mentioned cubs appealed to her, if only because she was a natural caretaker. She had no cubs of her own but had taken care of both her siblings and cousins. That he (more likely than not) may father the very brood he mentioned was truly lost on her... young life always excited her. It was especially true in thinking of the young lives recently lost...

It was for the first time she thought of having cubs of her own. She had never been given the opportunity, but had never particularly wanted to be a mother, either. There were always so many to take care of... and both her aunt and mother were able to stress her out of her heat, further dissuading her. But if she was the last of—

But she was just Quill, now. That was too deep a thought. Quill pushed it away, refusing it.

Instead she opted to respond to him, quipping with a lifted brow, "Hey, they've got to start somewhere." Young assassins to be, huh? He hadn't exactly said no... it was hard for her to discern what sort of pack he could head. Warrior cubs, though... that was a new one. Perhaps if her family had that training...

She blinked. His name was a good and strong name. First, and last... Frostfur.

Quill Frostfur.

Her tail waved. "I go by Quill." Who she was in the past, what she went by then, didn't really matter anymore, did it? Dead and gone, like the rest of her family. Why should she have survived that when they hadn't? It was unfair. Eshe truly had lost herself in that time... but had found something else. Even now, she was discovering.