Blacktail Deer Plateau [m] No [m]atter where I go to

If she had felt love before, she doubted it now. Scarce heard in her thoughts was the name of her former mate, whose face refused to appear in her mind, and the sound of his voice had long since faded away, as if he had been no more than a stranger, met only once. In her dreams she saw only her saltborn husband, and the flashy gold of his eyes. She knew the feel of his fur, and the shape of his body from touch alone. 

She was flattered by the nickname, and her heart thrummed to hear the word love spoken to her. She growled, an affectionate and possessive note, knowing it would say that she loved him- and so much more as well. No others would hear that tone of voice from her, it was for his ears alone. "And I love you too," She spoke, though it felt almost redundant to say. Still, important for him to hear. "And there will be many years of children to come; we will be mother and father of hundreds," She chuckled.