Raven's Watch illuktuk

Bringing up the Prinsessa did not satisfy or divert his attention. As though he was hunting Stjornuati became so focused on whatever it was he thought they were up to that Valmúa knew the only way she was going to convince him of anything was to convince herself that her lie was the truth. She was thankful that Kigipigak did not speak, for she didn't think he had the wits to quite circumvent the nightmare that was her pallid brother on the wrong side of things.
As he took a step forward, she knelt slightly. It was a calculated response. If he really had been wrong to accuse them of anything, she would have held fast and told him he was crazy. But that was not a strategy that was going to work in this scenario, so she averted her eyes as much as possible while still listening closely to him. His snarling rattled around in her skull. How annoying.
We need the numbers, she answered quickly. She convinced herself, letting the new reality consume her. We are too few now to hold forever. We need children born this spring and so we need more women of child-bearing age, she explained. With other packs close by and surely more to come in order to fill the vacuum that the Willow wolves next door had left, she was right. They would need stable numbers and the best way to do that was to bear children.
She maintained herself at the ready. She refused to let him think anything other than what she had just said. And what she had said was, in fact, sensible. He knew damn well that she wasn't about to have children. She chose not to explain that because Sol and he would have breeding rights, they needed women that suited their tastes.