Stone Circle I’m light as a feather

Her breath catching is unbidden.

Gunnar? But he’s so….old.

And yet, the more she thinks on it, the more it makes sense. Faðir is old but he’s of strong breeding. Her pups will live to know him, he will provide for them. He has no children by blood. Theirs might not be a romantic attachment, but it is a loving one. As much as the initial reveal has surprised her, she can see the wisdom in making such a choice.

“Gunnar is a good man,” She agrees, “he will make a good father. And you a good mother. Your pups, they are lucky.” The entirety of the pack will be devoted to these children, a union between both alphas, Móðir and Faðir, as perhaps it always should have been.

“And I will help you, in whatever way needed. I can… babysit,” Hesitation arcs her shoulders, finding the idea of little ones scurrying about more nauseating than ever, but determined to save face at least in the presence of her friend.

“I am happy for you, Taktuq.” She places a gentle paw to her shoulder.

But her face is burning up. Her eyes are glossing over with tears and she’s not exactly sure why.