the overactive mind of a believer

Avantika noticed Art's smile widen at her saying that she did want to have kids. Now that she thought about it, he seemed like just the right sort of wolf to look after the pups for her if she needed help. She couldn't help but imagine how her different siblings would interact with young children. For one, she knew she wouldn't need any help training up a whole gang of little fighters, considering the strength and skill of so many wolves in the pack. She'd want to teach them some stuff herself, of course, but learning from a wide range of instructors could only help, right?

Her grin faded a bit as Art returned to the serious talk, asking her if she knew that she didn't have to do all the work on her own. She did know what packs were about. She knew that nobody could do everything on their own. She was a good fighter, but she was utterly useless at healing, not great at hunting, and no scout. That showed how packs had to lean on each other. But she still had plenty to give to her packmates -- had made sure of that. She wasn't the kind of wolf to hold back when she had more to give to those she loved.

Art took not even a second to think about his answer, and continued in a long list of the good things he saw in her that almost brought her to tears. "Man, you sure have a way with words, huh?" She spoke again, quieter and serious. "Thank you."

"Speech"