Wapun Meadow Safety in an Open Mind

Me too X3

Fox accepted Tuwawi's explanation as she reclined and pondered the culture of Swiftcurrent. Truly, things were beginning to piece together well for the maiden pack. Everything had started off so turbulent... caught between the tragedy of Lethe's death, bold personalities, and the cougar brawl — but now, as their wounds healed, things had begun to sail a little smoother. A few new recruits had even joined their ranks, and soon Swiftcurrent would be up and running as a major force in the valley.

The leader concurred with the suggestion to take Bones, and perhaps others, out on an excursion. However she caveated the idea with the reminder that many of their wounds had yet to heal completely. Tuwawi knew this all to well, after working overtime to feed her crippled mate and keep the caches full. She offered a wry smile, glancing to the sutured wounds on her smaller half's side. Indeed, they still had a way to go. "Mm," she hummed to agree wholeheartedly. A list of pack members propagated in her mind, ordered by health. Slowly a small potential hunting party came together, however Fox had a different topic on her mind.

'Njal told me that he wished for children this year... Do you share his wish?' Fox asked, testing the waters. It was an unexpected, although welcome, change to their conversation. One Tuwawi couldn't help but sharply inhale at. Almost immediately her skin became flushed, butterflies fluttering excitedly in her belly as her chest swelled. Never before had she spoken about becoming a mother to anyone but Njal, who had informed his wife he had beseeched their leader with such a request a few weeks ago. It was an exciting that Fox brought up the subject now, albeit completely terrifying at the same time.

Tuwawi had never been innately feminine in nature, preferring the boyish ways of a spitfire youth, but age saw certain changes in the young woman. The desires to nurture and to care for became ingrained now, as did the longing for intimacy and passion. Yet, the pair remained respectful... almost pious in the wake of their new alpha... knowing all too well the laws of their breed and what would befall them should they break. Loyalty always came first, as did the pack's needs; but the wanton fire blazed infinitely in Tuwawi's mortal husk, consumed by something which ran deeper than mate ship — a blood bond titled aokkatti.

She couldn't cite the source for her embarrassment; this was a perfectly natural thing to talk about right? Perhaps Fox's age hindered Tuwawi's speech. It was one thing to talk about this with an experienced denmother... but the spritely one-year-old? They were pack sisters, yet it was still a sensitive conversation that was difficult to breach. Nevertheless, Tuwawi attempted to collect herself. "Yes!" she squeaked, voice almost nonexistent from the lump in her throat. "Y-yes," she coughed, correcting her answer with a sheepish smile; almost apologetic for her own excitement. "Mm, I do wish for it. We wish for it. We both have for a long time," she looked to Fox with bright, knowing eyes, exhaling while her posture relaxing as she lifted herself into a sitting position.

Tuwawi's ideas continued, unabashed and earnest, now. "It would bring us great joy... no..," she struggled with her words, thinking her verbiage too cliché. "Ahh, Fox!" she mused as a huge smile crept upon her mug, fur bristling with just a thought as she become exasperated, "I can't even explain it!" The happiness which derived from just a simple question was overflowing, and Tuwawi struggled to keep her composure. "Yes, yes I do," was all she could parrot, finding no easier way to convey her sentiments. She settled on that answer, looking to her alpha with baited breath.