Dragoncrest Cliffs i think im pretnet w my 14th child? the test was ghetto..what is your opione?

Isleña did not have a den; nor did she want for one. The Luks of Khorasan were a nomadic lot, which meant that den building and territory guarding were not top-listed priorities. Instead, she slept atop the sun-baked earth, with her brothers and sisters and cousins close by and on all sides — at one with the earth as well as her family. Sometimes she imagined what this might be like, to be a normal wolf with the privacy of four walls, but it was a simple curiosities that did not come close to jealousy. Whenever the banshee did vanish beneath the earth’s surface, she found that she didn’t like it. After all, the proximity she shared with those who shared her blood and soul was priceless.

Well, the Luks might be gone, but habits were hard to fade. Isleña continued to sleep and nap and live on the top of the earth, which was said to be closer to the gods. Though the wolves of Drageda lived in dens — caves, even! — she did not assimilate into this custom. Perhaps this strongly contributed to her perception of herself as an outsider, but it was something she was not ready to yield, yet. Every night a new bed, and every day a new adventure. It was the Luk way, even if her adventures and beds were confined to a single redwood forest. 

Isleña was snoozin’, when Aure came upon her and roused her to wakefulness. The girl lifted her head and blinked sleeping against the light of the sun. “Childs?” she questioned, the word not registering at first — but when it did, she felt compelled to follow-up with “Who?” Isleña had never seen the white wolfess with a man, or heard her speak of one. Aure had seemed so responsible at first; but Isleña rather liked the Aure that would conceive a bastard child.