Shifts in priorities and perspectives

Bowen had settled back into castle life relatively well. She wasn't as reclusive as she had been prior, having found her true nature once more. In fact, she wasn't in the castle much at all. Instead she was often a copper ghost on the plains, walking alone in all sorts of weather. Rain or shine, Bowen found comfort in wide open spaces. That wasn't to say that she avoided the castle completely. The small woman was sure to make herself available here and there in case her presence was desired.

Today was one of those days. Bowen lay in the great hall, a dish of water resting between her paws which she sipped from here and there. The wolves of the pack milled about, but none really spoke with her other than friendly hellos. That was until Briar arrived.

The antlered woman's voice brought viridian eyes raising and Bowen smiled as Briar approached. Extending one paw, Bo motioned for the obviously pregnant woman to join her on the wide bison fur that she lay upon. Her brother's wife spoke kind words and again Bowen smiled, nodding to accept the words. "It's good to be home." Again she motioned to Briar with one sable paw. "You're looking well. Impending motherhood suits you. How are you feeling?"

"Bowen"