Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

At the stranger's words, Yuralria's face morphed into a puzzled expression though her attention remained fixed on the distant horizon. There was a part of her body built for joining with a man to create life. If she had one, then Vairë did too - and Valiant had the counterpart. 

This new sliver of information had her mind swirling to places she did not even know she was capable of imagining with her limited knowledge of anatomy, and she gave her pelt a quick shake to ward off the rising heat to her cheeks. It all began to make sense now. Gods, she really should have paid more attention at women's circles. "My anaa says I'm s'posed to marry a man someday," tail curling in interest at the girl's comments. Only now did she begin to understand what that meant.

As had countless moonwolves before, Yuralria knew in the back of her mind it would be her duty to bear his children. Perhaps that too kept her from returning home just yet. But Sobeille offered her an escape, head swivelling in time to catch her sharp-edged grin. "There's wolves that live like that?" Yuralria couldn't ever imagine her mother disposing of her father, but then again, she never did learn what had happened to her previous husband.