Kildeer Rest you're the ocean and she's desperate to drown

While questions still swim in her head but she focuses on the words she’s just said. I love you. They felt surreal. Weird. For spending the majority of her life being told no, being removed from the world of bias and emotion, has stumbled upon something wonderful. It’s not the end of the world, right? She’s allowed to have freedoms, her own wants and desires, and those things are in front of her, fiery fur meshing with the smokey blaze of her own and, yeah, she’d like all of those things she’s been unable to have.

“Yes,” she says quietly, nodding her head as if to convince herself. One step at a time. She hasn’t had much time to really think about the future and what lay out before them. They could have their own children that would grow with Gyda’s own, mingling and creating the next generation of Drageda. It doesn’t erase the fear, however, of what all those changes might mean. While most of their wolves are not from Seageda, the few that are, and even those that have begun to learn their ways, may not understand. “When the time is right,” she adds, lowering her head once more to the ground and leaning into the girl next to her.