Deepwood Weald over men’s noses as they lie asleep

Her heat had settled and finally she was free to be around the rest of the pack again. Not that she wished to get away from Damien, far from it actually. Their days of intimacy had been her favourite in recent memory, but the aftermath would give them even greater joy - so she thought. The pups she would bear would carry on the legacy of the Melonii bloodline, but still she was afraid she wasn't enough for the honor. Damien had picked her, yes, but the more Meloniis joined their cause, the more her value would drop among them. She was barely an Apaata, barely anyone. If her kids would remember and tell their kids and so on it would be a miracle.

The consort was minding her own business when she came across Megara and she waved her tail in greeting upon spotting her. How jealous she was of the old woman's blue tinted coat and vibrant indigo eyes.