Moonspear Two Worlds

Nasamik's voice reached out to her as she turned, imploring she stay. Glancing back over a dark shoulder, her storm eyes were warm. To a point, she understood how the pale wolf felt. Her training as a medic and growing up with her age mates and younger siblings had given her the glimpse, that pregnancy was an uncomfortable thing.

"Then I will stay. Please, don't try and get up for me." She insisted gently. Rounding back, the contrasting Archer sat at the opening of the ulaq, but no further. A guest did not enter into a home without invitation. "It is good to meet you, finally, Nasamik. I have heard of your husband, but we've yet to formally meet." She paused, knowledge in her eyes. "But Kannoyak I have met. Before my time in Moonspear, you see. And the boy, Quennell, I assisted with the early phases of his recovery."

Slowly, as if settling in for a nice, hearty conversation, she lowered herself fully to the ground. Her body language alone; relaxed and fully facing the other female, showed her intention was true of trying to make a real connection. Not something half-hearted. "Several." She replied. "To make connections within the pack. To know you, to learn of your ways and interests. And, as a medic, just checking in out of the goodness of my heart." Her eyes drifted to her pale stomach, but did not linger. She did not know if she had heard news of Meerkat's litter.