Sleeping Dragon Nothing but space

Thuringwethil can’t help the sigh that slips from her muzzle, silver eyes dropping to the cool cave floor. The heaviness of her having a family doesn’t register with her mate and there is a part of her that knows she can’t fault her for she did not grow up in Seageda. She didn’t see the harshness their society puts upon one another to ensure their prosperity. She looks up a beat later once Wildfire’s frustration has fallen silent, her head shaking while she struggles to find the words.

“It is not the same,” she tells her with a bit of a frown on her features, “the Heda isn’t an Alpha. The Heda is their leader and the one responsible for all of them. They belong to their people and we are taught—” she pauses as she goes against everything she’s about to explain and reliving the feelings her own wolves are likely going through. “We are taught that a mate and children are weapons for an enemy. That it puts everyone in danger. You, the children, the pack, me.”