Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

It was time to head back. Wylla followed Mahler as he turned from the caves, pausing to readjust the bone in her mouth. She didn't know how many juveniles Diaspora housed, but surely they could find some use for the thing. If not them, then she would happily chew on it herself if no one else wanted it.

She was surprised to feel a surge of something without a name in her chest at the mention of life going on. Of course it went on. It went on even if you gave your all to stop it, and it went on in spite of your best efforts sometimes. Just because she had returned to the wilds and reunited with him and he had shared his feelings did not mean everything they had planned for themselves was thrown away. She would continue to search for Tiercel despite him, and he ... he would continue with his plan to seed the wilds despite her and the faintest possibility of progress, not that she was aware.

You'll have children in the spring? she wondered, perturbed that this should seem so unusual. With whom? He had no mate, so maybe he meant only to find someone when the season was on them. For her part, Wylla planned to hide in a hole in the ground until it passed.