Moonspear I need some critical information.

Vela let out a relieved sigh when her mother told her that she was far too young to have babies. Her body sagged in relaxation. She then nodded at her mother, glad to have that answer. "Okay so, when will I know I am old enough?," she then wondered with a squint of her eyes. "Is it when I smell funny like you did?," she questioned. To her, that strange scent wasn't that alluring.

It seems her mother was still keeping some information. Vela still didn't know how the pups came to be then. Curious. Then her mother explained that they could do all sorts of things together. "But we are already going that,' she commented. "Isn't there something else?," she inquired. Drogon made it sound like it was some secret and that her father wasn't going to like it.

Vela then started to think about her mother's other question. Would they be mates one day? She tipped her head and then started to nod. "Yeah. I think so! He is very sweet. He calls me, ruhtinatar, which means princess. And he wanted to hunt for me every morning but I told him not to. Though the thought was very sweet," she spoke with some more nods.