What Changes May Come

Walk | "Talk" | think

Tamsyn smiled as Resin nuzzled her between her ears and the dark woman leaned her head into her lover's shoulder while they waited for everyone to gather. She and Dunkan had arrived about the same time, soon followed Askan, Ulric, and Lúta. Even though their pack was about as full as they could possibly be at the moment, it somehow still felt as if they were a small pack. This was probably because of how many pups were currently filling in their ranks which was echoed in one of Resin's points of the meeting - no more litters in the pack. It was a fair rule even though the mothering, softer side of her disliked the idea of preventing anyone from growing their family. They just needed some time to let their current collection of tiny fuzz balls to grow before they could welcome more into their pack family, that's all.

She glanced up at Resin with a bit of surprise when her lover mentioned that they would need to move once spring arrived. It felt like they had just fully settled in here and had just finished all of the construction it had taken to build their den and all of the other dens around the pack... but she understood the reasoning. It tugged at her heart to think that they would be moving away from the Armada, but she had made her decision long ago that she would go wherever she must to be with Resin. Her love for the scarred woman far outweighed any lingering affection she had for her former pack and her friends there. Her mint eyes drifted around the members of the Council as they spoke their minds about everything that had been brought up in the meeting, though her attention was mostly pulled to Lúta and Ulric as they gave a couple of suggestions for where they might set up their next home. Both options seemed more than viable, but it would just come down to what Resin wanted most in wherever they decided to move.