Ouroboros Spine xvii. like we're lovers

Lótë simply nodded, accepting the loosely framed answer as it was. The fall perhaps, she surmised from Sialuk's words. Her mind wandered to the possibility of motherhood and whether she would be able to tear herself away from her -- their, she thought of Adrastus with a small trilling of her heart --  pups. Yet, the spring was nearly gone and soon the whelping season would be upon them. The cloudberry often feared that the summer would come and pass without any sign of her first fever, that she needn't worry about worrying whether she would be able to travel at all. 

"I will be glad to meet them and extend them our kinship," she told the Beta with a small wag of her tail, putting aside her fretting for a moment to think of the wolves she might meet. "Just as I am glad to have found a home and family here. I did not imagine when we met...it is more than I ever hoped for," the shy two-year struggled to piece together words that could properly express her gratitude and love that would not sound mushy but it came out a bit corny regardless.