Lake Rodney silence

Rodyn settled to his haunches. Yellow eyes bright in the dark. He inhaled softly, thinking. What worried him.

My leader is from a differing culture. They have traders. Males who share stories, gifts etc. And help build villages, offering children for the pack. Which i don't have a problem with.

He grew quiet for a moment forming his thoughts. If I could help a couple, say two women who love each other be mothers. I find honor in that. But what i worry. What if the one i fsll in love with can't accept that part of me.