Chimera Fields We're on our way

Do I smell like I got pups in me? Already? She shuffled her paws uncomfortably. Meylodi didn't feel like she was carrying children yet, and the thought of being recognized as such this early made her uneasy. It was a big world out there, after all. If she got injured, her body would be nurturing their children and trying to heal itself. The fur along her spine stood up momentarily at the thought before laying flat again. See, Gran? I go 'be a la'y' like e'eryone told me to in ta end, an' me abil'ty ta do things withou' consequences ta anyon' but meself gets compromised - She sighed, trying to push that line of thinking until Meylodi actually needed to. S'pose I only gonna get ta do anythin' on me own fer a while is if I go doit meself.

Being doted over felt like ants crawling through her pelt. Whatever her feelings on the matter would be, she would bring it up to Void later.

But no' opposed ta a peaceful solution ta conflicts when we can, she continued, nodding her head. Being led by a pair that uses teeth over words would only lead to the disbanding of a pack as well as making the whole look like fools - it had almost happened to her natal one as Rofis took over. Meylodi wouldn't let that happen to her own if she could help it.

Ya seem ta know a t'ing er two 'bout welves that be... expectin'...