Moonspear night ride

Alya had been doing quite a bit of bouncing around lately. She felt withing her a powerful urge to go forth and rub herself all over rocks and trees and boys, but having no suitble prospects in Moonspear and being wholly commited to protecting her family, Alya had succeeded in nothing more than annoying her sisters and grizzling at anyone who came too close to the borders. (Which, to Alya, spanned a far wider circle than any lone wolf might realize.)

But she was still happy to see her mother. Although this year came with the knowledge that her mother and father were definitely doing it, it'd been much the same as last year. She'd attempted to catch glimpses of their coupling, but all and sundry had kept her fairly busy, and Alya had once more succeeded in knowing nothing at all about sex.

"Hi, Mama," she greeted, sounding a little tired and a little wary. "Nice to see you back down here again." There was, perhaps, a bit of a teasing lilt to the daughter's voice.