She had been in Alacritia for nearly a year now, and the favorable spring conditions were giving away to unbearable heat. Never before had her birth season been so miserable, and she felt strange this season. Little did the tempest know she was in heat and that males would be lining up to mate with her and for her to bear their children. If she was to bear any wolf's children, it would be Quintus' children... Wait, what? It was all awkward to her... she wanted to have children. Of all wolves of her litter -- she wanted to have babies. Babies was a new thing to her. She had seen and mothered many wolves in Abaven already... but raising her own was a foreign subject... Would Bass approve? A quiet howl would sound, only meant for Quintus to hear. "Quintus... I need to ask you something..." Her feeble voice would sound as he arrived, if he even would answer her call. Mismatched gems awaited to see that russet mask, and to hear his voice her auditories waited.
