Bearclaw Valley reliance

Sif looked down at her paws, leaning against Poet as she spoke. The words were turning around in her head, translating into her spoken tongue when applicable but mostly just churning as they were, morbid in their simplicity. Sif had always wanted babies around - someone younger than her to boss around and protect. She had always wanted to create a family for herself, and part of her felt as though she had. But certain things that Wardruna had said were coming back to her - he'd wanted her to bear his children, and piecing that together with Poet's words put a worrying new spin on that idea.

"I don't know," she said softly, lifting her eyes to test the expression on Poet's face. When she saw no judgement there, she pressed closer into the other, feeling out the words as she spoke. "I want to be the baby," she said, and only after she said the words did she realize that they were true. Yes, she wanted to be older, but when faced with the realities that were becoming apparent to her, Sif realized that she wasn't quite ready to grow up.