Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

Though the idea of a matriarchy was not new to her, actually finding herself a member of one was. She could never truly value one wolf over another based only on gender, but she supposed she could pretend. But having him attend to her carnal needs (did she even have those?) didn't seem right. Could he refuse if he didn't want to? Or maybe he was the type of man that always wanted to spread his seed. Either way, Ragna couldn't take comfort in this new revelation.

Ashera was quick to reassure her, though, and Ragna was quick to calm down, though embarrassment lingered. I must meet him, she decided. Then I will know. She would accept all of his teachings but those of the flesh. In Ragna's eyes, there was no reason for her to have sex. She couldn't bear children yet, and may never have wanted to. There was pleasure in it, she knew, but even that was frightening.

The mention of her masculinity confused Ashera, and for a moment Ragna thought to play it off as a slip. But Ashera was a sister of the Malkaria. She deserved to know, and maybe she, too would understand, just like Eshamun had. Kurgarru, Eshamun called it. Like Molech. I am male and female, she explained with characteristic brevity.