Moonspear in the dark star of night

Her ambitions aligned well, then, and Amekaze had never doubted any of them for an instant but before she could become wrapped in her pride, she knew she had explaining to do--and the sooner that was over with, the better. Although, she seemed to take it in stride, or was still deciding where to begin. Ame would start with what she did ask, though: "Not soon, no. You are very young for that still," she answered, wanting to scrunch at the notion of her girls being that old one day.. and perhaps passing their line onto their own whelps. "It will make more sense when you are older, though." Of that, the dark alpha could assure her. How long it would take her was anyone's guess. Charon had been quick into the game of reproductive success, not Ame, who had resisted playing seriously for a long time.

With Hydra matching stride alongside her, she kept the pace steady, now even more towards their outer edges with the two of them. "Around two years old, female bodies have cycles--if conditions are favorable, this includes a time when they are fertile, so with a viable male.." Which meant to imply a speckled mate's involvement in all this, too. "..they can then have pups. Not that it is always wise to do so," she detailed, and warned, together. She'd thrown out females for breeding carelessly before because it had to be done right here, and with the right, wise timing; even she was pushing her own frustrations on it for so soon, and with the pack small and daughter's not yet among the adult rankings, a little vague dismay seemed natural.