Mid-Life Crisis

Lúta couldn't believe she was now four years old. It was strange to hit that age, what was often considered to be half of one's life in the region she was from. She'd spent the last few weeks doing some serious thinking on this new milestone. As she wandered about the neighboring territories collecting herbs she thought about what she wanted to get out of life and what the next step would be. She had a high rank and purpose. She had a wonderful pack. Was there really anything missing?

In the culture in which she was raised it was forbidden for a wolf of her station to have sexual relations with another until reaching the age of 4. Even though she'd long escaped the trappings of her former pack it had still had some bearing in her plans for herself and what she would allow herself to do. Children had never really factored into her thoughts til the arrival of spring. Well, autumn, here in Auster. During that time she'd spoken extensively with Shilah, a wolf from a similar nomadic lifestyle. She'd become quite taken with him and he'd agreed to be a donor for her to have a small family of her own. Now all they needed to proceed was the blessings of the alphess and to work out how their relationship would function going forward. Lúta settled in the courtyard and called for Resin, hoping she would be nearby.