Mid-Life Crisis

Lúta did not have to wait long. Resin arrived, prompt as ever and still sporting wounds from the saber attack. She felt some guilt to have missed the attack and not been able to help against the invaders. Shilah had escorted her to the falls in search of rarer herbs. However, she supposed there was a silver lining. She was uninjured and thus able to help treat those who had been without needing to worry about her own injuries and Shilah could take up the slack on patrols so others could rest.

She smiled as Resin greeted her, feeling excitement and nervousness bubbling in her stomach. Lúta did wonder how Resin's injuries were doing but she wasn't sure she could contain herself enough for small talk so she opted to get right down to business. "Good day, Resin. I'll get right to the point. I'm interested in becoming a mother and come in search of your blessing to have children. Shilah has volunteered to help me with this endeavor and I've agreed. The women in my family rarely have more than two pups so I don't expect a big litter." Her grandmother had had three but everyone else either had singles or twins. She wasn't really sure why but assumed something genetic.