Duskfire Glacier [m] may stars align

Swallowing the little lump that had formed in her throat, all the more amplified when he spoke her name, in that voice, she nodded. "For that, I am glad." She understood perfectly well. She liked to think so. But would her next words and the actions that followed prove her wrong? "It is. Though, perhaps..." Silvered eyes slid to the side, down. Then back to his glacial ones, maybe just a little too quickly. "...today we can expect that there will be more. Good ones." She implied, as they as adults knew what would come should they couple. 

She was nervous at the idea of motherhood again. Of failing. But she wanted redemption. Happiness. Wintersbane's desire for children, of a true family was similarly aligned with her own. He had been stung in the past by love. Tzila was not, in this moment, in the grip of her heat, asking for commitment. Her wounds were still too deep, her walls built too solid. Though if extended, it was not something she would deny. The only commitment she sought now was that the future pups of Duskfire have a father in their life. He was insistent on a family, canceling out any of her worries or doubt.  

Any more...personal dynamics between the two of them could play out later. Or not at all, if such wasn't meant to be. She was still maddened by how she couldn't get his image, his voice, his scent, out of her head. She reached out, brushing her muzzle with the coolness of her nose along the scars that riddled his face. Gently, as if the wounds were fresh. Or as if to feel their origins. Or possibly, to melt him.