Ouroboros Spine tapsi ▓

Lótë smiled gently, shaking her crown of rabbitpelt lightly in denial. "I am only, remember? Things like first and second have never meant much to me. If Adrastus were happy...if you were happy, Kukutux...that would make me happy," she explained in hushed tones, soughing like the branches of a willow caught in the wind. Such things were not uncommon in the Land of Many Elms. Women shared each other and their men, they shared their lives in the truest sense of the form. Her children would know the moonmother as second mother, her own pups as their siblings even if they were not borne of the same body. It did not sound so horrible to the two-year. 

But then, she considered something. "What would you want? Not as Alpha or moonwoman or matchmaker. But as a woman. What would you desire?" It broke her heart to think that the wisewoman might choose her husband, if she married at all, or might bear more children simply for the sake of duty. The herdstalker longed to know that her friend was truly happy, as happy as one could be given the circumstances. That she was not being forced into anything or felt obligated by her duties to their village.