Rainy Season

I think it's alright, though probably don't go much further than what you have. It does make me a bit uneasy. And for the record, Malachi never said Tuwawi was dead. Scarlett just assumed as much, so, you know... :D

He didn't know why he'd expected a straight answer, for it was clear now that that was something Scarlett seldom gave. The white wolf's ramblings provided him no sense of ease or distraction, and he found himself placing his wary paw one step further away from his long-winded packmate to lengthen the distance between them. Her words flowed absently through his ears, and though her concerns sounded valid, she spoke at too fast a frequency for Malachi to process on spot. The boy had shrugged off the warm winter as a Southern thing, but perhaps the weather was atypical even for this region.

She finished with a sigh, and he responded with a blink, torn on how to go about this. He couldn't just leave without addressing her worries - what sort of leader would he be then? But he couldn't stay, either. Her antics stressed him, and right now he couldn't deal with that. He'd take a rain check and meet up with her on a better day, when both he and she could think with clearer minds.

But as he struggled to take his leave, Scarlett spoke again and he flicked his ears forward, only to feel them burn when she confessed to the real reason she had scoured out a ledge so removed from the body of the forest. The boy had only encountered a woman in heat once, when he and his siblings had gotten too curious about their parent's courtship for their own good. Malachi found himself shifting his weight on awkward paws, and his belly tightened with a boyish squirm. One thought stood clear in his mind: that he really shouldn't be here, but how to leave without making the woman even more embarrassed was beyond him. "Oh... alright then," he paused to swallow hard and nodded, though his face furrowed with unease. "I guess that's good. I mean, it means you can have kids, right?"