Blackwater Islands i'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

Though she hadn't doubted Salish would decline, Akantha was still gladdened when the younger Sister fell in step beside her. It lent a queer sort of thrill to her bones that she, above all, was the defacto leader of their band and, to her knowledge, there was no rivalries brewing to dethrone her either. As a she-wolf who was once obsessed with power and legacy, it was the best outcome she could hope for.

But back to the matter at hand. Akantha's gaze swept over the sunny girl again, and a smile touched her lips. "As you know, the Breeding Rites are a large part of our culture, and I was considering you as the mother of our first litter." The Matriarch revealed, wasting little time in arriving at the point. She wasn't one to play coy, or banter riddles. "I don't know exactly when they will happen, but if you are interested I will keep your name in mind when the time comes."