l'inverno è noioso

She would watch the younger wolf find himself at the water and wondered if he would learn to love swimming as much as she did, love the freedom and flight in running, swimming, climbing and all the other physical activities of life. Of course, she knew she wouldn't turn him into an athletic star over night but she had high hopes that in time and with practice he might at least learn to trust his own body.

Their conversation had turned to her stomach and she could see that his teasing had confused him endlessly, so much so he wasn't paying attention to where he was going (not that that was a rare occurrence) she loved gently at his confusion and questions, easing herself deeper into the comforting water well still resting at ease against the side of the small pool. "Pregnant wolves are very much a healers responsibility, both in regards to the health of the mother and her unborn children and to be there if there is a complication, not to mention to deliver the babies and ensure their health and biggest chance of survival in the world at birth" she explained, a little surprised that whoever was in charge of stars healer education hadn't mentioned anything about that.