Julooke was returning to the den after the morning hunt. It had been a little stressful on her, knowing she was in heat but trying to ignore it and focus on the hunt. She figured the ones who came along on the hunt had to do the same as well. It almost made her feel as if she should have given the lead of the hunt over to someone else and bowed out. No one made her feel like that, though. Those feelings were her own doing. She had taken some time to herself after the hunt, to wind down and gather her thoughts. If she and Verrine wanted to have pups this year instead of waiting for the summer, now would be the time to do it. Literally do it.
Her own feelings were a little cloudy. Part of her wanted puppies and to be a mother. Another, immature part, was scared. She was an adult, but there were many days she didn't feel like one, and sometimes she wouldn't even act like one. She loved being carefree and being the clown of the pack. She felt like she lifted spirits and made wolves feel better. Would she have to mature if she wanted to have pups? She was familiar with raising pups, but not on a full time basis. Care-taking did seem to come as natural to her as hunting did. Would parenting her own children come as easily to her? She wished her own mother were around so that she could talk to her. Fatalis would understand what she was going through and be able to guide her. Guidance, she thought. Her gaze went skyward, but the trees obstructed her view. It didn't matter though, since she couldn't see the stars in the middle of the day, anyways.
She supposed she needed to talk to Verrine, sooner rather than later. He was one-half of this decision, after all, and she knew he could calm her fears. She howled for him, asking him to come, then sat back on her haunches and waited for him at the mouth of their den. While she waited, her brain ran with thoughts of how the conversation would turn out.