Living like spoiled royalty
It seemed that Alarik interrupted whatever it was the woman was doing, but she just looked at him with a straight face, as if it should be painfully obvious what she was doing. And maybe it was obvious, Alarik just didn't want to believe she was really doing what he thought she was doing. But, she was. Spreading her heat scent around to attract a mate. Never before had Alarik heard of such a thing, and he just stared. "Really." He nodded a bit, pretending to completely understand. But really, he didn't.
Of course, Alarik believed that the ideal scenario when creating pups was having two wolves that cared about each other and wanted to have a family. But he was not so naive as to believe that was the only way pups were created. There were forced mating situations, and situations where wolves mated just for fun and ended up conceiving pups by accident... but he never imagined something like this. He blinked. Twice. And then he was finally ready to speak again. So this woman wanted to be impregnated by a deity? Was he hearing that right?
"Well, I'm sorry to say that I don't know any sort of powerful spirits... but if I find any I'll make sure to tell them where you are," he said. And with that Alarik, by now thoroughly confused and disarmed by the heady scent, turned to leave. Maybe if he got away from the smell she was spreading around, he'd be able to think straight. But probably not. Even without the influence of her scent, his head would be reeling just from the strange things she'd said.
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