Moonspear rise 'til we fall

True, Blackfeather best mind their words to him, or they would be regretting it somehow she believed. As a pack that had done well to fall from her favor in these recent months, either due to their own shortcomings or just bad luck, hard to say, but she did prefer a quiet relationship with them over anything else. It was best when she was able to all but forget about them. Most days, they weren't worth a second thought anyway.

His other question was a clear reminder of where his thoughts were at this time of the year, as if the work on the end already didn't point cleanly towards him. Hm, maybe. Perhaps the oldest will, she supposed, thinking on her quartet of daughters mainly. Korei, who knew? It wasn't their concern anymore now that she had left them. Alya had been her most likely first choice, who had been keen to the opposite sex first. Lyra, almost equally in the opposite direction less so, who may make the wisest choice to not make a hasty decision when she still had her whole life ahead of her--especially when suitors worth their earnest mettle seemed pretty scarce. However even so, she had her suspicions that Hydra wouldn't want to dawdle any either and this placed up alongside Alya. She licked the back of her teeth as she considered this, thoughtful and wishing her prospects to say yes, absolutely, were far better.

As for the youngest pair, much harder to say with any certainty. Vela had been burned early by her interests in Drogon, so the mother wondered if that had any lasting effect to not have her hurrying, plus she didn't seem to have a very.. ah, mothering personality (which Ame understood). Jarilo? A different sort of consideration entirely--not a daughter, and thus harder for her to judge. She could only guess what was best for a young male's investment in such, and him, a difficult read in truth, wasn't an easy one to tell for sure. If I had to bet, Alya over Hydra.. and Lyra less likely perhaps. Vela and Jarilo? Cannot say for them.. she sighed softly, since they were young still and the season only ahead.

Although I hope they do not rush into anything they—or their suitors—are not ready for, Ame replied, a distant, albeit stern look on then for she believed in quality over quantity. This was a concern for her daughters; she didn't want them to end up like so many, with a dead, absent, or worthless mate. Every potential wolf she had even dared to halfway look at before Charon landed a place in her life had disappeared, vanished, or otherwise failed and not risen to any further consideration. Her trust in them was few and her standards high. Especially the triplets, she added, more carefully for she knew they attracted attention of many, surely good and bad alike. They were too important to her, wherever their paths may lead them.