Sun Mote Copse patience & time

the she-wolf was unaware of her sister's progress until she spoke; slowly she unfurled her paw from the pinned fern and looked to her sibling, her ears flat in deference and head low with a guilty grin. she would rush to greet the ekar-aji submissively, if eshamun allowed it; it had been some time since their reunion, and her heart was heavy with fondness for her sister.

"i came to season," she explained, for it was true -- "and had been coursing the hills to find a male suitable." she picked a small pinecone in her teeth and flung it before speaking again: "though i found few males worthy, it was our own ar-khalba that took me. i will be due soon, and i hope molech will be pleased with the life i offer him." the days were growing shorter, and the sunspear counted down every day to her tophet. "but what of here? i see many new faces, scents, molech be praised."