Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

She doesn’t have any ideas off the top of her head but she nods anyway, curious what she’d come up with. Thuringwethil holds more questions than anyone can give her answers. How full are their paws going to be when they are born? With Portia due around the same time, and Dio to there to help in some ways, she’s certain the four of them can manage a new brood of puppies but she still worries. Her connection to them is far more involved than any other children and she heaves a shaky breath as the topic changes.

She hasn’t considered that, not using to have other wolves call herself something other than Heda. Her children shouldn’t be any different, should they? She does need a separation but she isn’t sure Wildfire wants to hear that. Instead, she offers: “Nomon means mother in my language. Or Nomi,” she says after a moment of thought. They have time to figure it out and plenty of time before the children are integrated into pack life that a title will need to differentiate. “Speaking of,” she muses with a twitch of her head, “would you like to learn more of my language?”