Stone Circle Sister, you are going to be an aunt.

"Maybe." Nanook murmured. How odd to consider that one day, she might be in the same position as her sister. Bound to another, on the way to motherhood. The thought of having children passed little more than a curiosity; she had no urge, no desire. Would that come if she met a man she liked in a more-than-friendship way? Maybe. But the woman couldn't see herself in a situation where that would happen, for as far as she saw, romance and pups were things for wolves like Desna, or mother. Tender and sweet. Not for wolves like her.

She would brood on that thought in days to come, but for now, she dwelt in the here and now. On Desna. Nanook stood and drew back to give her sister more space, but she didn't leave. Though her mouth pulled flat, her eyes glowed with the remnant of a smile. "Do you think you can still hunt with them kicking all the time?" Her words dripped with the suggestion she wanted more than an answer of yes or no. Though she felt tired from the night awake, these hours were Desna's world, and Nanook would stay up well past sunrise if it meant spending time with her.