Ruminations and Inard Kicking

His remark of beginning a pack with new life brought a wag to her tail. "Tá súil agam mar sin. Go dtí seo, ach mé féin, mo maité, agus mo bheirt pháistí atá fágtha a dhéanamh suas iad siúd a bheidh ina chuid de seo. Ní mór dúinn láidir, baill dílis ... cinn is féidir linn muinín." She said, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. His comment on her having found her heart pulled a smile from her jaws. Despite her rage when Falk had charged off mindlessly to the battlefield and gotten himself kidnapped by Arcanum, which had ultimately led to his being completely blind, she loved the large russet male deeply. However, deep inside, she knew that her beloved would be unable to lead as her secondary Alpha when they at last had their pack. Who she would choose to lead at her side, she still didn’t know. She just hoped that he would accept that he wouldn’t be the secondary. That it wouldn’t change anything between them.

Korr expressed confusion at the naming of a place. She chuckled softly, tail waving gently as she tried to explain. "Ainmníodh é cheana Plains Vericona roimh mo bhreith. A mhéid a bhfuil eolas agam, tá na háiteanna sa talamh a bhí ainmneacha i gcónaí. Cabhraíonn sé nuair a stiúradh duine éigin a áit. Mar do conas ... Ainm duit é cad oireann sé is fearr, is dócha. Mar shampla, nuair a bhí muid ag maireachtáil roimhe sin a bhí ar a dtugtar 'Whistling Willows'; Na feadóga ghaoth trí na boughs agus na crainn amháin go bhfuil saileach. Is é seo an Vericona Plains go dtí go gcomhlíonann tú na borderline tanaí de mo scent measctha le sin de mo theaghlach." She pulled herself to her paws with a gruff groan as the pups within her belly heaved and wiggled, landing a few good kicks on her bladder.

She ambled away, inviting Korr to follow with a beckoning wave of her tail. "Is féidir liom a thaispeáint duit timpeall más mian leat." she offered amicably.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think