Moonspear sturmfahrt

From this ledge, her sights went for the horizon, but it was Charon's presence keeping her focus. She didn't really want to have this conversation, despite the necessity. It had been much easier to blow it off and make it wait back in the dead of winter when there had been no rush. Now with her youngest litter a year officially, maybe now he had some solid ground to stand on about this with her, even if it wasn't anything absolute for her yet. Her first litter came late in the summer, even, and even before that it had not taken her much to just forego the cycle entirely--case in point being all of her time at the Sunspire where she had never bothered to take any interest in rearing anyone's young, not even her own.

If I knew that I could, with certainty, yes I would, she sighed, although she felt half resigned to the matter. She loved all of her offspring dearly, clear past the deepest corners of her heart even if they were stressful early on and downright miserable to grow before that. It was watching them grow into individuals, very pieces of him and her shaped by the mountain they chose, that had been able to captivate her and somehow make it all worthwhile in the end (once they weeded out the weak early on, and only the like-minded ones seemed able to flourish once they grew).

What she wanted was only part of it. But I cannot force heat into happening, no matter if I want it or not. she added, in her defense, that this was not always up to her and there was another will above her own that she must bow to, of nature and time itself. She couldn't see all the reasons, or the answers there always. Maybe there weren't any, even, but all she knew was that there would be no puppies of hers without a season to start things off, and she felt so such signs at all.