Noctisardor Bypass another world

Evidently Fiona’s distaste toward Druid’s body—a thought which suddenly made her retreat a step, her back half swallowed by the dimness of the den—did not extend to the pups which had come out of it. Perhaps this stranger might even enjoy her children more than she did, a thought which made her actually cringe.

Fiona said more intriguing things about Etienne, pulling Druid from her thoughts again. She felt a little defensive of the man, seeing as he’d been so selfless. That wasn’t even an apt enough word. It didn’t help to dwell on what Glaukos had done to the healer, so she redirected her own thoughts right as Fiona shone a glaring spotlight on her.

She wasn’t the type to spill her problems to a stranger, though Fiona was an acquaintance—perhaps even a pack mate?—now. And she was a healer. Perhaps she could help Druid, who recognized that she needed it desperately. Something was very wrong. She shouldn’t be feeling these feelings, thinking these thoughts…

Having pups changed me, she answered haltingly, in more ways than I expected. I’m…

Druid trailed off and looked backward into the den. Reluctant as she was to subject her postpartum body to Fiona’s critical eyes, she sighed and padded out into the daylight. She walked toward the other she-wolf, pointing to a spot nearby but not within earshot of the den.

You could say I’m struggling with it, she surmised quietly.