Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

It was the pregnancy - had to be. She hardly knew this woman, but at her first denial, tears were already jumping into Doe's eyes. Why are you going with him? she wanted to ask, wanting to speak sweet, low words and poison her dark-eyed lover against the man. Her fear of him had diminished, though, since den night and since seeing him less and less around the territory. If he wanted to start another pack, so be it - but not with her. Not with Furiosa.

Still, a weak laugh bubbled up as her new love tried to reassure her, and Doe rubbed her cheek against white fur in thanks. "I'll run you ragged," Doe teased, though she already promised herself that she would use this power sparingly, so that Furiosa had time to care for herself as well. 

For a time, Doe simply listened to the caged bird that fluttered in the other woman's chest, matching her breaths as she did.

Why do you have to leave?

But she was here now. No howl had been necessary, unless it was one made by the gods. Promised to Arturo's pack or not, Doe couldn't help but feel that Furiosa belonged here with her. "Will you stay for a little bit, then?" she asked hopefully, leaving Furiosa's side to dart back across the border and giving her tail an encouraging wag. Her ears flickered attentively, but there didn't seem to be anyone around. "I can show you the den I'm preparing for - for them," she explained, still unwilling to speak of her young directly until they'd made an appearance in the outside world. Old superstitions died hard.