Stavanger Bay Laughing Place

It seemed to be the most natural kind of thought to have, since adopting Quil into her den. Mere days after the girl's arrival, there she was thinking about little chickadees of her own. Of course she would think about them, with the girl being so little and all, but she couldn't help but feel that such things would be a long way off. The blessing had just barely been granted, everything still seemed so new. It seemed impossible that this would hit her now, when there were worries yet to be seen to.

But the orator of her life seemed to have a funny sense of humor, or else couldn't wait to jam more children into her life - or perhaps her body, this time. The Time of Fertility was indeed upon her, and she felt she had little choice but to see it through. It would not do to ensconse herself in her den and allow such a blessing to pass without a care - not when new blood would surely be a boon to their blossoming pack.

@Skellige, she knew, would have answers for her. She would do the will of her master - nothing more or less.

Decided, now, she rose from the ocean where she'd been cooling the desperate heat that engulfed her, and went in search of the king. Querying chirps alerted all who might be near to her presence, but such things did not worry her. She was in her home, and no ill could befall her, here.