Greatwater Lake jenny o' the woods

the pitch of her tone changed drastically when the warhound returned the subject to herself. she became clouded with longing, and stigmata could not help but feel a prickling of desire to take advantage of her need. he was not without needs himself. diaspora was a small band as well, but with a few more - with these wolves - perhaps, it could be done.

he thought it was quite audacious of her to mention such a need for children, in tandem with her pack's inability to provide them. it colored her in a rather foul light, but not in one that would deter him from trying to use her. if anything, now he knew how best to manipulate the night wolf, desperate to be a mother, and he would be loathe to relinquish such an easy catch. there were many cons to the thing he considered offering her now, and a thousand fanciful ideas crossed his mind before he could settle on one of them, above all, to overcome his wariness to offer her anything.

there was a long pause, and stigmata had fallen very still. he calculated something in his head, and quietly inhaled. "perhaps we can broker a deal," he offered quietly. casually. "as long as you are willing to pull your weight."