Blackfeather Woods Slackers are not allowed.

"Why would anyone want to inseminate me anyway?" She shrugged away the thought of getting pregnant, or even having a mate. While she did not thing she wasn't pretty, she never saw the true appeal behind having children other than passing along genes and knowledge. And besides, her life was dedicated on much more...uplifting things now. "And from experience, I don't seem to get along well with most guys my age or older." She thought back to her previous experiences with men outside of the pack, most of the time being disillusioned with them, or being straight-up frightened of them. The only guy she could remember actually getting along with was Charon, but that was moons ago.

"Tch." Potema rolled her eyes at Burke's teasing. "I'm not jealous." She lied, not even bothering to cover it up. It was true, and both of them knew it. She was her mother's favorite, for sure, and she didn't like the thought of others encroaching on her position. "What if they all end up like Damien." She put forward flatly. They could very well do that, for all she knew.