All This Talk Of Politics

She needed a break from everyone. Particularly her husband. She had told him she would think on the situation regarding Amalia’s plight. So she had left the kids with him and the elder children and taken off. She had other things she needed to attend to, in any case. Such as seeing her sister, despite having just seen her a day ago, and meeting with the eastern alphas to make them aware of her plans. Thus far, all she had heard of the eastern alphas was that one was Bass Destruction of Abaven, and was the alpha over Shai and his family, and she had met Threar’s two alphas, Novella and Frith Destruction. And Leo, her nephew, was now the alpha of Fiori.

That was the sticky point, wasn’t it? Amalia was Epiphron’s daughter; Surreal’s niece. If it had been any other wolf, Surreal wouldn’t have had to think at all before saying ‘Hell no, get the fuck out.’ If it were anyone else… Falk would be out on his ear, and she would never allow him back on the Plains, or in her pack. But it was Amalia. So, here she was, thinking on it, and wandering east despite her heat being in full swing. This had really thrown a wrench into things, hadn’t it. She didn’t begrudge her niece for wanting children. When your lover was of the same gender, and thus unable to assist in that particular venture in life, it was a given. But with Isardis having been so… prolific in spreading his genes… were there not other half brothers to choose from that weren’t nuts?

The thought ran through her mind that she knew two of them, but she highly doubted Kismet or Soren would take kindly to the idea of giving their seed to the cause, even if Azalea and her father hadn’t been Cairo’s descendants by blood. A sigh filtered through her nose as she reached the borders of Threar, with Novella and Frith’s scents speaking loud and clear among those of their packs that this was indeed their pack, and she bent to sniff delicately at the mingled scent markers. Hm. Novella smelled pregnant, though that marker was a tad stale. Puppies already out, perhaps?

She stepped back, wondering if this would be the best time to say hello, with newborns likely in the den. A lot of the two alphas’ time would be taken up watching their new babies growing. Still, Frith’s scent at least had been refreshed quite recently, so he must have been by not long ago… With her heat, she had been hoping to talk to Novella, but she supposed Frith, being a happily mated male and the only other leader, would do for what Surreal was here to talk about. So, she tipped her head back and sent out a polite song for the Threar Authors, though Frith was the most likely to arrive. A congratulations was in order, anyways.

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