Stone Circle lookin' for a mind at work

Desna, of course, was well versed in this, yet the more her sister spoke of mates, and their duties, and their functions, she kept thinking, more and more, of all the wolves she currently had who fulfilled those roles already. No one, of course, to provide her with pups, but she hardly needed kids of her own, for her nieces and nephew - well, they had more or less become her own. She had no one, really, to sit in silence with, but her musings kept her company enough. And if she needed a chattering company, noise to fill the void, or warmth to fight the cold, she had Desna.

The only thing she didn't have was a wolf who gave the utmost pleasure of experiencing whatever her sister tacked on, and frankly, she didn't think she was missing much. Tingly and intimate weren't necessarily things she matched with good, and the thought of them made her innards squirm with a strange discomfort. The Apaata rolled her shoulders and shook herself. Enough of that. "You know what also feels nice? This," and with a sudden swing of her crown, she tapped her sister's shoulder with the lightest touch, keen to do something different that would shake the oddity from her legs. "You're it." And at that, she tore away at a sprint, with only the twist of a devious smile and a glance enough to see that her sister gave chase.