Theta could feel the change of the seasons in the air. The air had gotten colder and with it came….urges. As much as she hated the cold she also hated the effects that came with it. She was two years old now and it was going to come inevitably with time, but that didn’t mean she was just going to lie down and accept it. It was ironic that her heat came with the cold, two things she knew she hated and was going to hate coming at the same time. She knew what having a heat meant and mentally she wanted to stick it to nature, let her be childless all her life she didn’t care. About nature or the desire to bring any mewling mouths to feed into this world at least not yet. Having children would only slow her down, she had things to do and places to be. Sitting around with her only purpose being to eat and feed pups was no life she wanted to lead. If any random male wanted to stick her with his seed he was going to get a face full of teeth. Nobody was gonna make a breeding object out of her. Because of the hormonal shift she was especially on edge today, agitation while it came naturally to her was exaggerated even further. Since finding Noir again she hadn’t strayed too far from his location for fear that she might lose him again. So she had found herself at the edge of vaguely familiar waters. She remembered them as belonging to Abaven, the volcano must have forced them out of the area and they hadn’t moved back yet. She didn’t think much of the pack, but they at least weren’t stupid enough so sit next to a volcano and die. "Speak"

It seemed like when she was younger the Destruction family ruled over all of the eastern lands. Sawtooth, Threar, and Abaven sprawled over the lands at the height of their rule. Her chocolate silver marked paws carried her carefully over the lands that Novella and her mate had ruled for so long. It seemed like a different life time ago.

Feather flitted from branch to branch leading Rhythm along. Normally she could manage to navigate herself well enough but with her arthritis it was easier to focus on every step when she didn’t have to worry about running into a tree. The old woman figured she was going to try and gather up a bit of clay, if she could stock up her stock she wouldn’t have to leave the confines of Abaven in the winter. Something she was going to try and avoid with her arthritis. Already moving around was difficult enough without the added cold.

Her frail form slowly made its way down to the shore of the lake at the bottom on the falls. Her sightless gaze rested on the feature as the old woman relaxed against the sound of water over the rocks. With a tired sigh she lowered herself to the river rock shore and relaxed. The clay could wait for her to rest.

Theta spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and looked towards it. The movement had come from what looked like a wolf who was as old as dirt. They moved slowly and didn’t look very strong, how were they still alive? Theta hoped she never saw the day where she got that old. Death in battle would be a better end for her than seeing her fur grow thin and her joints become creaky. Becoming an adult was bad enough in her eyes. Ughh, why did she want something she hated the idea of so badly. It burned within her with fiery desire and yet she wanted that feeling gone as much as she wanted to be gone from Winterfell. It made her so conflicted inside that she could almost explode. Theta looked in the direction of the elderly she wolf again, just because they were old didn’t mean they wouldn’t have information. If someone had dealt with this for years they must have found some way to manage it. She trodded over to the area in which the woman lie and in an almost demanding voice she said “Hey! How do you get rid of this?” To Theta it felt as if her pelt reeked of the scent betraying her condition. Surely the other wolf would be able to smell it to. "Speak"

Rhythm was just settling down when Feather alerted her to the presence of another wolf. Rhythm’s silver flecked ears perked as the she wolf approached, her scent obvious especially to the old blind healer who relied heavily on her sense of smell. The old woman looked up to the demanding girl, her voice sounded young and with the question presented she had no doubt this would be the first.

She debated what to do for a moment, wanting to tell her she needed to adjust her attitude and ask nicely if she wanted information. Rhythm wasn’t dead yet though, and she liked to think she could dish it out as well as she could take it. A mischievous grin crept over her features as Rhythm spoke sweetly. ”If you’re talking about your heat.. The fastest and easiest way is to just get pregnant. The most obvious of answers, and the easiest to deliver to a demanding she wolf. She could have ten men lined up out her door to help her, Rhythm had no doubt about that.

Theta stared deadpan as the woman replied. Theta *knew that was one of the ways to get rid of it, but that wasn’t the answer she had wanted. Pups were the last thing she wanted to deal with, especially her own. Knowing her she’d probably leave them somewhere to die before she took care of them.

Theta’s eyes just bored into the elderly woman as she said “That isn’t a solution.” It might have been a solution but it sure as heck wasn’t one she wanted to use “Having pups is a job for people who want them.” Her voice had gone slightly more monotone. She wanted actual answers, although she might not get any from this wolf. Maybe they’d lived their whole life just to breed pups and raise them, the idea made Theta want to vomit.

”It certainly is a solution.” Rhythm replied, keeping her amused chuckle to herself. The young girl had no idea the answer was her own fault, all she had to do was be polite. Maybe it was a good thing she didn’t want to reproduce, the girl wouldn’t be able to raise an honorable child. Rhythm wasn’t sure what the girl really expected, ”And help is for those who ask nicely.” She retorted with a lift of her brow. It wasn’t like she had a store of herbs right here to help the lass anyway, at the best she could tell her what to look for and how to prepare it, but with winter being here she would be forced to search harder for what she would need.