Qeya River šest

A week.

They would have seven days to themselves. Seven days, while the wolves of Saatsine would remain in place, just a little bit longer. Long enough? It was impossible to know- by this point, Silvertongue, Wren, the children- they might as well have become ghosts. He had once hoped that Senka's injuries might be enough to keep them in place longer, but as she healed, he knew their time near the River would come to an end. 

At least this way, there was one more week for his children to turn up. 

He would nod, happily, glad to have the opportunity for some time alone with Senka. He approved of the idea of hunting together, choosing a name...

He looked to her, his betrothed, when the heavy task was placed on her. If she became pregnant, then she would have to continue moving with the pack throughout her pregnancy. If she bore children, she would only have two months to make sure they were healthy enough to make the trek as well. It felt uncomfortable, that she should have to endure more than a fair share, while carrying children. 

Children, however, were optional. If Senka did not feel comfortable with the challenge, then he would not push the topic. He felt that with all matters regarding her body, it should be her choice. 

The term 'sleeping robes' was new to him, and confusion darkened his expression. Sun Eater's next words went completely over Ksura's head, as his concentration came to a full stop when his interpretation of the man's expression caused him to stiffen and recoil. 

First sleeping robes sounded too close to right of the first night. Ksura had met no kings before, but for whatever reason, the implication popped into his head that Sun Eater was offering him a bargain- a deer pelt, for the right to sleep with Senka. 

The smile on Sun Eater's face did nothing to help his understanding. 

"Uhm...No." He said, and leaned a bit closer to Senka, protectively. He tried to remain polite, though he was still ruffled by the thought of Sun Eater touching Senka. "No, thank you."