Out of the Norm

Keelin looked to his talons as he clicked them together while he explained that usually the pup with the most gifts got to live. She thought about some of the other Mendacium wolves she had seen around the island from Manea with the sharp ridges of bone coming out of her head to her children who both had markings that glowed. His explanation definitely checked out and certainly explained why so many of them had various mutations and rare traits going on. They were all kinds of various colors with deadly or interesting traits. She glanced at her own paws, wiggling her unusually dexterous fingers. In a way her own "gift" had helped her survive, though in a very different way she assumed than all of these wolves did. They were all better equipped for fighting and killing. Her ways were more intellectual and pleasing in nature. She could logically understand why they would favor wolves that had traits like that to work with.

She nodded as she took in his very mater of fact statements about the killing of their children. At least right now before she had ever experienced birth or motherhood or any of those other things that she had been told were beautiful and wonderful she couldn't really see the issue. They'd pick the one with the best gifts, only have to worry about raising one pup, and she didn't have to be the one to kill them. She was sure she was taking it surprisingly well and she wondered to herself if it was ever a deal breaker for couples in their family that were a bit more traditional than theirs. She slipped a paw over to his, tracing her toes lightly over his foreleg. "Is there anything else I should know? Or does that just leave the making of these pups to do?" She wasn't fully drunk just yet, but she was feeling a bit looser with that warmth flushing her cheeks so it was easy for her mind to go back to what would lead them to these plans and consequences to begin with.

"Keelin"