Moonspear sing a new song

Truthfully, their father may be able to paint a more endearing tale than she ever would, all rooted in cold, hard, logic and fact. Then again, this was how it was so perhaps not, but Alya seemed to take it for what it was worth with a question spearheading at the whole matter of how they even existed; sometimes looking at them, she still wondering the same although in reality she knew. Her and Charon had done well. "From me," paired with an obvious smirk. She'd grown them all herself but her expression grew a touch more serious as she thought of how to even put this lightly. "Well, your father did help. As is the alpha's right, when I finally came into season--which meant that I could do this productively and have pups--we bred and created you four. So about two moons after that, you were born." As warm-blooded beasts, there were many processes at work here and she could only begin to understand plus put word to a piece of them--let alone explain them to a young, curious girl. It just worked, she wanted to say and have that be all she'd need to hear right now, but that was awfully unlikely. She knew that.