Boys are from Mars

Three of her daughters had indicated their interests, but her eldest two children had been too I'll for her to truly learn their minds. It was passed time to remedy that lack. They were all nearly yearlings now, and it was overdue for them to take up their formal learning. She was pleased with her younger children's choices, and she had no doubt that her elder two would also make the choices best for them. Trotting to the forest territory, she called first for her son. The only son of her litter, and the only son she would ever bear. She regretted the boy would not have a brother to grow up with, but she had no interest in performing the required act to bear more children. Perhaps if the gods sent her a second son, she would raise him as her own, but she did not she it as likely that an acceptable substitute for Finnvi blood would simply appear on Yfir's border, given the lack of quality in Ardent's bloodlines and the improbability of a child surviving long enough to do so.

Ah, it was simply not to be so. Still, her mind lingered thoughtfully on the possibility of future problems for her burly son as she awaited his arrival.