Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

The question was posed with a tone that made her smile and for a moment the woman considered it. "I could be." Because it was far easier than trying to trace back their lineage and see where their branches crossed. Perhaps she could have done so with Lasher but now the chance as she saw it had passed. Rowan drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly - a measure of control for her, she felt. 

His instruction was one that made her nod and she looked up at the dark male, her silver gaze drifting down towards the herds again. "We will make sure they have plenty to come home to." Rowan said gently. There was a little gasp and Rowan starred at her stomach, looking almost suspicious. "Cas," She tried to offer a shorter name, but it felt strange on her tongue. "Here," She offered, leaning a bit to the side so he could touch her stomach - there had been a rather strong kick, perhaps of agreement from a puppy.