You should really ask your parents about this

This was hell. Theory's body felt like it was betraying her. She was still somewhat sore from the raid but now that soreness was amplified tenfold. The alpha kept moving but she couldn't deny that she wanted to slink into her den and hide. If she could just wait out whatever this nonsense was then maybe she could focus on training again. Desolate and Motif were so eager to begin. She didn't want to let them down, but she was feeling the least athletic she'd ever felt in her life. Grumbling, she trotted on along the familiar, worn patrol path until she caught the scent of both her sisters and Samara. Oh. This situation might require some further management. Theory liked the slight dark female that had brought her father back to her, but she wasn't sure how her sisters might feel about their father growing so... intimate with her. She arrived on the scene and looked over the trio before offering a tight smile as a cramp rippled through her. "Hello. What are we all up to?"