Blacktail Deer Plateau and the needle moves gracefully.

Considering his upbringing, Summer had never really felt like a child. He'd always had a mind that generated thoughts that were well beyond his age. Even his father had marveled over it from time to time, just how mature his young son often was, and also many times saddened by how jaded the boy was even in his youth. In spite of all of this, it was truly beautiful that Summer could still have moments like these where he could marvel over commonplace things such as a woman's swollen belly, full of new life, merely because he'd never experienced them before. It was a reminder of his youth, these precious seconds when he was filled with child-like wonder and naivety.

"Ty is safe," he reassured the woman--Blue Willow, as she called herself, "She came to our borders seeking a place in my pack, which we were happy to give to her." A smile slipped across the dark wolf's black lips as he spoke. He still had trouble believing his luck from time to time that she had really returned, not just once but twice, and even now was sleeping safe and sound in his den back home. It was more than he could have asked for, and he spent every day thankful for it.

Not wanting to get too far into the subject of Tytonidae before Lasher joined them, Summer took a different route that had very much sparked his intrigue. "I was not aware he had a mate," he said honestly, wrong again, "Congratulations on your impending litter. It's.. wonderful." A primal joy stirred within him as he congratulated her--a joy and an innate longing to one day sire a brood of his own. He'd never before had such thoughts, and even then dismissed it with hardly a second thought. Even his affection for Tytonidae he recognized no romance in. Caring for her was as natural as breathing.