Blackwater Islands teenage angst (p.e)

If only Kalika had had someone to tell her about these things and spare her the humiliation of having to ask for help. Rather than growing up in a loving home with a mother and father, she grew up with other children who knew just about as much as she did; squat. Of course she had learned how to make pups (and practiced this rather often) and how to nurse and rear, but no one had ever taken the liberty of telling her when she could do all of this. Now, she would have to find these answers in what could easily become the most embarrasing encounter of her life, and with Indie of all wolves!

I'm bleeding, she whispered, immediately lowering her gaze, but its not normal. And its... Its coming from my baby maker! Kalika huffed and shook her head, unsure of how to express her concern.