Bearclaw Valley I'm so full of love, I could barely eat

both ameline and towhee jr. were pregnant, and to that nanurlaaq's eyes widened ever so slightly. she knew who the father of ameline's would be, for anyone would be a fool to suspect otherwise, but for a moment, she was stumped when it came to the latter. though, a reminder of the scent that was wrapped so tightly around her on the day of their first meeting sprung into her mind: tvar was going to be a father, and she wasn't quite sure what to make of that information. it could go unprocessed, for now.

i know, she said betwixt his sentences. she will remember, the cub knew, for she had experienced a similar injury of her own, in a time now lost to the snows of the north. i would, too, her tone was quiet, now. i would make that choice over and over if it meant keeping both her and the bearclaw wolves safe and away from eachother, for there are many hard choices that one may come to face with in their lifetime. nanuralaaq knew what it was to go through hardship, though she would not say such a thing, for the actions, the proof, supplied much more than her words ever could.

another breath entered her lungs, sharp and cold, biting at her interior in a way that was almost satisfying, in a way that vaguely reminded her of home. you said 'i've', she pointed out, curious. who is it that you are focusing your protection on?

there was nothing accusatory within her tone ; rala was merely the inquisitive sort.