Misty mountain majesty

Caelia wasn't entirely sure if children were her thing, but then again she hadn't spent much time with any children, even Aurielle's. She wasn't entirely sure how much she liked them, though she did appreciate that in a way, children were like blank slates - untarnished by life experiences, free to be whatever they wanted to be, dependent on where life took them. Sometimes Caelia found herself wondering what possibilities she would've had, if her mother hadn't died, or if she hadn't remained in Valhalla. Though she wasn't the type to dwell too long on these kinds of things, occasionally she did sit and wonder if there was a chance she could've turned into an entirely different wolf... though she supposed there was still time for that. She was hardly a child, but she knew she still had a lot of life left ahead of her and she didn't feel half as adult as she wished she did at this point in her life.

"I'm not sure how I feel about pups," Caelia admitted after a moment. It wasn't that she thought she disliked them, not at all, she just wasn't sure if they were necessarily something she was excited for anytime soon. She reflected on her own thoughts, though listened carefully as Nolan explained how someone in his band having a litter had changed things for the better. At least he sounded like he looked back on it fondly. "I mean... if I want any myself. Passing on my blood feels deeply important, but I don't think I'm ready for it anytime soon," she all but blurted out. They hadn't even been talking about children in a personal way, but she realized she was sharing before she was able to stop herself.