Iktome Plains You asked me how long

Rosalyn's role in the pack had shifted from leader to observer in many ways. The pressures of taking care of Erzulie were ones she was happy to take on, but outside of that, she had little responsibility. She had taken to watching and had noticed Sobo's scarcity, though she didn't know the reason for it. It worried her; of all of their children, he had felt the most closely tied, the least likely to wish to wander far.

Aye. Hopefully your maman can keep still for long enough to let them, Rosalyn said, a bit of loving humor behind the statement. Erzulie had an iron and blaze within her that the pirate loved, but she could be stubborn as well when it came to limits. After so many litters, however, both she and Rosalyn knew what could happen. While she joked, she knew her wife wasn't careless.

You've been busy. She remarked, carefully neutral. Then, with an inviting look... Do you want to talk about it? When she bent to pick up the kill once more, her jaws would be occupied, but they could make some progress back while she listened if he did.

Perhaps there was nothing to speak about and he was simply exploring his boundaries, more interested in the surrounding lands than Rosalyn had first thought. It wasn't out of the realm of the possible that he could have changed as he grew up, but if so, when had it happened? How hadn't she noticed?