Breakfast

"Sure, we could have breakfast." Aslatiel had been awake for hours. The pups were with their respective fathers and she had little else to do, so the woman woke well before dawn and slowly made a patrol around the plains. There was little of note as she moved, though it did give her a lot of time to think. It hadn't been a good thing. The alone time had reminded her of just how uncomfortable she was these days. Everything was changing and wrong and she didn't like it. Asla did her best to hide it from everyone around her, however. Especially Arc and Tira.

Asla motioned Mort to several furs resting outside of her den and slid to lay down upon her stomach. Her paws enjoyed the rest as the woman's weight was taken off of them and she gave a little sigh of relief. The cream and grey fae lifted her galactic gaze to her winged sibling. "So what brings you to my den today?" Others usually didn't approach her unless they needed something, so Asla wondered just what Mort needed from her.

"Aslatiel Fatalis"