Altar of Twilight I know you are a [m]an of honor, I'm so sorry to bother you at home

She had already mated with another before him, but she feared what would happen if the news of their mating got to Charon's pack, or the first green-eyed male's. It was that fear that would push her far from the Flatlands and the Wilderness; she did not know how those packs tolerated unscheduled matings. 

I promise, She said, knowing that such a thing would not last for long. He would ask to come and see his pups, wouldn't he? So would the first, if he figured out where she came from. Such a thing would be truly awkward. But that thought faded away from her mind as she stepped forward, her tail swishing behind her, pressing her nose against his neck.