To the Mothership!
His voice rang out like a beckon, summoning her without hesitation. It had been so long since she had spent anytime with her only son. She had seen him in a fleeting moment when she had defeated the white bitch and brought the nearly dead pup home. A smile would curl her lips as she thought back to her peculiar victory over the woman. But she would push it aside, weaving a path towards the border. She had not expected to find her son within the moor, she thought he had rarely visited this place, spending most of his days in the plains. But it appeared as though she was wrong.
She would find him standing at the border, waiting respectfully to be invited in. A grin curled her lips as she approached, not stopping as she aimed to press her nose to his cheek. Winter had set in, leaving his flesh cool to the touch. Her heat continued to ravage her body, sated only briefly. It was still unknown to the queen that she was, in fact, pregnant yet again. |