Lion Head Mesa [m] crackling

She did not recognize the wolf who approached her, but Serein supposed she had only herself to blame for that. Her entrance into the pack had been quiet, and she'd been reclusive since then, afraid to face how others might react to the recent decisions she'd made. But there was no escaping it now.

After a moment she lifted her gaze to her packmate. Yes, she answered quietly, swiping her tongue over her mouth to clear the blood away from her muzzle. Her dark eyes drifted back to the mess she'd made. I've heard that being with child causes sickness. But is it like this? Or... She looked to the woman again, wondering if perhaps she knew more.