Rising Sun Valley takinik ⥉

Wylla, being a simple sort of wolf, puzzled over what Kukutux said even after the moon-woman clarified. She rather doubted that Mahler's untimely advances were the product of fear at all. She would name it arrogance that drove him to not consider the harm he caused in asking only when fire licked at both their souls. It was irrelevant now. She would never admit that she had also asked him in a heated moment and was no better.

They sure don't act like it. It was nice to think that a man like Mahler needed her, but she felt that if it wasn't her, it would be someone else. She still doubted that he had really waited all that time for her to return when he had no way of knowing he would ever see her again. To hang one's hopes upon an improbability like that seemed foolish. She supposed he hadn't done that, after all; he had had plans to impregnate many women, once.

Wylla could not think on it any longer, lest she get mad, and was glad for Kukutux's distraction. Fast? It was hard to think of running, of being joyous in any fashion, when she was tired and worried for her mate, but the question made something spark in her eye all the same. She'd always been competitive, often too much so. Maybe we should find out, she challenged, and two steps later, charged into a dead sprint.