Northstar Vale after many miles

Good wolves. Disa nodded absently, eyes ahead as they trekked through the vale.

"Have you ever had children? Easy asked, and Disa found her face contorted by a mix of unnamed feelings. "No," she answered. Children were  the way - she knew it,  and yet could not imagine being anchored down by a clutch of mewling babes. "Children are.. I do not like that they suck on things," the younger wolf decided, speaking very much like a wolf that had yet to go into heat. She shot Easy a look. "Did you not think they were gross, when they were small?"