Singing along to that old love song
11-10-2014, 12:17 AM
They got so little time to spend together without the intrusion of the pack, though she supposed that was the price of running a pack. Still Alamea didn?t have to like it. It would be winter soon and with that would come her heat once more, her babies were almost 2 years old and she wanted nothing more than to bring more life back into the world, her body craving it. Clearly her body had forgotten the pain of pregnancy but even as her mind screamed that at her she was powerless to ignore the natural instinct calling for her to once more have children. The small snowy woman padded quietly through the pack lands, rose orbs scanning for her mate. Her nose twitching and doing its best to discern between stale scents and the fresh version of the oh so familiar scent of Rune. Talk like this |
