But what about the cooties?

Ysmir's visit had been wonderful and rejuvenating and only reinforced how she felt about the silent man, but it also left her with more questions than answers. They had spent most of the few days he was here practicing this new language of sorts that they were making together and the longer they were together the harder it became to ignore the way she felt and what her instincts wanted from her. She wasn't so innocent that she didn't know about things like sex and mating. She obviously had to know at least the physicalities of it and the pregnancies that followed for her knowledge of healing—and the contraceptives to prevent such things as well. But the thought of relationships, romance, and actually acting on those things that she only knew from a medical stand point felt so far beyond her.

If her mother had been here she might have asked her, but when she went down to the beach to see if her and Kane were still there it seemed like they had moved on for some kind of adventure. She started trying to think of who else she could ask for advice and even though Artorias was by far the only other wolf she was really close with the thought of asking him about advice for sex with Ysmir absolutely mortified her. Finally her thoughts landed on her sister. Even though her and Bowen hadn't exactly been super close since she returned to them she felt like Bowen was at the very least more knowledgeable on the subject than herself and hopefully wouldn't judge her too much for asking.

After spending the morning helping some other wolves in the pack that had been collecting and arranging flowers into basins of water for the on going wedding preparations, she started looking for her smaller sister with nervous butterflies flying around like crazy in her stomach. She followed her scent out to the near by plains and found Bowen with the massive tiger she had brought home a few days prior. She gave Bowen a little smile as she walked over to her and immediately she wondered if she could actually bring herself to ask the questions she had, but at this point it would probably be more awkward to make up some other excuse for her to be out here. "Hey, Bowen, um... Could I talk to you for a minute?" she asked with a little glance toward the tiger. As much as she didn't think it would really matter if the big cat was here or not, she still felt like she'd be a little more comfortable if it was just the two of them.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"