Moonspear lawmother

She didn't notice the wind anymore, not when they stood so close and spoke of things inseparable from his heart. It was as though the profundity of his words could cast a shield over them. It toyed with the tips of her guard hairs, but did not soak in to touch her skin. 

She listened as he spoke of his second wife- Tullik- noticing the fondness that had not resigned whatsoever since he had spoken the name of his first wife. She might have wondered if there was some heirarchy among them, or if timing was the only reason for them to have been given a numerical order. She would assume such, until told otherwise. 

She pondered for a moment what might be her own fate on the mountain. If Tullik had fallen and injured herself seriously enough, it meant that her own trepidation was wise. She would have to take care to try and avoid such a spill herself. 

The invitation lifted her spirits. "I would enjoy this," She said, her tail waving. She was keen to see what sort of women it was that drew Chakliux's eye, and how he acted when he had a wife in his presence. She also hoped for a conversation with the woman in a circle where they could speak freely- so she might know of what it was to be in these packs as a wife. 

At first, she thought he boasted because her remark had been playful- but there was sincerity in his voice despite the toothy grin he gave. Something about his assuredness made her blush deeply, and lower her gaze. She still smiled, though it was perhaps a more private expression. She felt more aware of her own lack of experience in such things now that she knew he expected to be chosen. Surely there were many who would look to him, and want him. Those who had trades and skills and experience; those who might turn his head with their ability to craft fine things, and to keep a family well-fed and happy. Perhaps women who had had children before, and had proven that they were fit and capable of doing so again. Worry threatened to steal her smile. 

"I am sure you will be chosen again," She said, lifting her gaze and shrugging the worry aside. She giggled softly. "And often."