Moonspear You are my summer

The changes she had gone through recently certainly hadn't been bad but they had been difficult in some ways. She bobbed her head in agreement, then stilled as Tevinter spoke his mind. He seemed a bit taken aback by her contentment with mediocrity, which caused her lips to twitch. She honestly had no desire to lead, which actually went against her desire to be a mother. In Wildfire's experience, only the cream of the crop were allowed to breed, so she would either have to become a leader, after all, or prove herself worthy of motherhood in some other way.

"Not everyone's cut out to be a leader," she pointed out amiably, "and, yes, I was referring to the leaders. In my experience, only Alphas breed freely. It's not personal, it's practical." Wildfire shrugged lightly. The Alphas weren't even a pair. If they both found mates, that meant there would be two litters right there. Unless she shacked up with Charon, her chances were already slim. Yet sexual maturity was a long ways off and so much could change, she wouldn't even worry her head about it in the meantime.

In a sense, it was competition: only those who rose to the top could pass on their genes. But Wildfire said nothing directly to Tevinter's summary on that topic. He made it sound so easy and, in a way, very against their nature as wolves. But she could tell he didn't mean anything by any of it; he was just sort of spit-balling out loud. She flashed him a smile to show she understood and intended to be a good sport. Only time would tell what happened to any of the dreams they had shared so far in the course of this conversation.

It almost seemed like Tevinter hadn't actually considered fatherhood until this very moment, as if Wildfire's friendly pushing and prodding had teased the realization right out of him. "That would be really cool," she said when he mentioned naming a son after his father. "My family's big on naming conventions too. It's birds and other animals for us. Then we have some family names too. I'm actually named after my Uncle Atticus; my middle name is Attica," she shared. "And then my mother calls me Dhole because evidently I look just like one. You have a lot of names too, don't you?" she queried, wondering if he would share them and their meanings.