Sun Mote Copse Baby mine.

Seal’s life was full of different relationship role models and so she did not balk at the notion that Towhee did not with to include the child’s sire in their life. The only thing that was paramount in the young leader’s mind was that they had the village of Sun Mote Copse to support them. A pack was like the blood in a wolf’s heart.

Her brows cinched in concern when Towhee explained she hadn’t thought her pregnancy possible. Was there an underlying problem in her grandmother’s body?

Seal tried to dismiss the idea. She remembered Sialuk’s teachings – best to coneal these worries and protect the glow of new motherhood… for now.

-“My wee uncle,”- Seal snorted, amused at the idea, as she smired Bushtit’s white fur, pale as snow. -“He is so loved.”-

Would any of her siblings have children this year? Would she ever be an auntie?

-“Maybe he knew my parents were leaving, and that we needed a bit of excitement around here,”- she mused.