Stavanger Bay The Pointy End

She was not surprised. Arrluk was a family man. Had always been. He had always been a good brother, a good son, a good friend, a good mate now even fell true. So she knew that he would be a good father. He would not leave as her own had. 

Though Ajei realized fiercely that she was not a fighter or a hunter or mean. But were he to leave her children as her father had left her and her brother. She would not allow him back. She would not put them through that. 

But she had no worries that this would happen. She had a deep feeling that Arrluk would not let a soul tear him away from them. 

The green of her eyes grew soft and wet. How sweet he was the orca wolf she married. She dipped her head down, but it was not of fear. No there was a shyness there. And then a deep yearning. She was not certain if they could have children yet. Her body certainly felt different. Her scent had changed, but it was only the beginning and Ajei did not know how these things worked exactly.. But that did not mean they could not practice, no?  And if they were lucky the children would come.

She did not know if other wolves did this for fun or only when they wanted children. But she was curious. So slowly she lifted her head, and there was a boldness to her gaze, but the edges hinted at the vulnerable girl she was still.

And surprised at her own audacity she spoke, softly, but her voice carried weight. Well as they say practice makes perfect. Shall we try? Then she let the invitation hang. A small shy smile playing around the daintiness of her muzzle.