Whitebark Stream bulletproof loneliness at best

instead of the alpha female materializing, though, it was the pretty woman he had met the other day—aphrodite, the healer. he gave her a welcoming beam, teeth gleaming in his young face as she approached. yes, i was hoping to see them, he confirmed.

he dipped his nose, pointing it toward the herbs she had dropped. what are those for? surya asked, cocking his head. his eyes flashed back up to hers, gently inquisitive. for dawn, or the babies. . .or both?

a wolf in nitya-mata had whelped in late summer when he still was at home, and he remembered herbs being brought to her. he hadn't paid the slightest attention then, but now he wished he had—if only for the sake of conversation with aphrodite. didn't want to look stupid, after all.