Barrow Fields moonriser

The way Alaric delivered the information, she could tell that he downright disagreed with it. That made sense, considering. Tiuttuk wasn’t entirely sure what to think about it. Of course she didn’t really agree with it either, though she didn’t think such a notion was all that terrible. A lot depended on just how the women of Sapphique treated the men they considered lesser than themselves.

It was a good thing Cairos had been born into the pack, so to speak. Pie blinked as the thought crossed her mind. She realized it wasn’t really a dealbreaker for her, though it certainly presented an impasse as far as Alaric was concerned. He’d already made it clear he couldn’t tolerate being part of such a society.

I haven’t really talked about any of this with Sobeille, to be honest, Tiuttuk admitted. But like I said, I’ve noticed some things. She inhaled, then sighed. I can see why you wouldn’t want any part of that. Maybe there’s some middle ground though. I mean…

She sipped in another breath. She hadn’t explicitly discussed her gender identity with anyone in quite some time. Pie didn’t really want to discuss it now. It had nothing to do with Alaric—there was a good deal of mutual love, respect and trust between them—but with herself. She spent most of her time ignoring her own anatomy into oblivion.

I mean, she hasn’t mistreated me despite having… bits, she pointed out in a bit of a breathy rush. So maybe she’s not like the others. Or maybe it depends on the wolf. I don’t know. I definitely need to talk to her. Not even because of you, just so I better understand the wolf I’m living with, and building a life with, and falling in love with…