Little Miracles and Mysteries

When Gwen came into sight, Aurielle felt a flutter of concern rise in her chest. The older woman looked stunned. Shocked. The young leader opened her mouth to ask what was wrong – if she needed to how for Paladin – when Gwenevere preempted her. Aurielle's jaws clicked shut with a soft kiss of surprise.

Pregnant? There were going to be pups in the pack? Despite the law about asking the Archangel for permission to conceive a litter, that law was really only for when the pack was wearing a size too great for the territories to support it. And to let the Archangel know to expect to be announcing a new litter in the near future.

The pack's numbers were dangerously low, however. They were barely treading water as it was. So… Gwen's news planted a seed of hope in the shimmering young woman’s breast.

“Congratulations, Gwen,” she smiled, adding in her mind, I think, since she wasn’t entirely certain if this was a development the older wolf necessarily wanted, “But… are you happy about this?”

Her query held a cautious measure of hope that she hadn’t just inadvertently annoyed Gwenevere.