Moonspear being with you,

Lele had intentionally avoided mingling with the youngest generation of Moonspear, which even she had found odd in the beginning. After all her lifelong dream had been to meet a man of her dreams and start a family of her own. For a while still she had considered giving a *fling* a go and do all the child-bearing-raising herself. Until the dire reality of being a nomad had reminded her that this was simply not possible. And now - when she was surrounded by eligible and free men and where there were little children to have practice of the motherhood - she avoided it. They were too loud. Too rambunctious and she easily grew tired. Even by watching and listening to them from afar. It had turned out that having imaginary children, which you could always conveniently stash away, if you grew tired of them, was easier than facing the real flesh-blood-bone-soul kids. 

However, even she could not shrink away from her responsibilities of taking care of the pack well-being and future, when she encountered one of the furballs by a water-source. Quite on their own, growling at their reflection. Upon closer inspection, however, it turned out that there were others in the vicinity. Still - amused by the spectacle, Lele sat down and observed the kid curiously.