Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

"You don't smell like the season though," Sobeille desired children before a wife, but Yuralria could scent none of the sweetness that clung to the pawprints on the other's pelt. Nor could she detect much of anything beyond a rich musk. The stargirl concluded that there was something she was missing - what that was, though, was hard to tell.

The wolf asked the same of her and Yura let the question hang in the frigid winter air between them. Ajei came to mind, as did the children of Sialuk, and she felt her nose crinkle in response. "No," came her flat reply, unphased by the fierce look that overcame Sobeille. "I mean - we're all kinda related, y'know? But if the right girl came along, maybe." Her breath plumed white as she sighed deeply. "Legacy means a lot to me too."

It wasn't for lack of interest, but more a privileged ignorance and duty to her mother that kept her from fully engaging with her family's traditions. She thought back to the hunt last season, the smorgasbord of young wolves at the healer's camp that Yuralria had been too busy with mundane tasks to really meet and felt a twinge of regret. Along with something else entirely. A flicker of recognition passed over the girl's face - she had seen this wolf before. "You came to the gathering last year, right?" In passing flashes of a ruddy pelt - even the same lilting tone as the healer man from the sea. What was his name again?