Mother Like No Other

Surreal listened as Regulus recited what he’d smelled, nodding confirmation each time he paused to look at her, and when he shuffled, then gave the rest of his observations, she nodded once more. "Ciallaíonn sin boladh mé i teasa. Is é mo chorp ar oscailt do síol fear ar. Is féidir le mná a smells mar seo a bheith ag iompar clainne níos éasca nuair a cúplála le fear. Má bhí mé a leagan le do athair le linn an tSamhraidh, go mbeadh tú a bheith níos mó siblíní ar an mbealach is dócha.." She paused to allow the information to sink in, before continuing with the lesson. Now to make him aware of the dos and don’ts when it came to a female that smelled that way, starting with what do do where his family members were involved.

"Beidh Zuriel boladh mar seo séasúr seo chugainn. Cad Tá mé ag dul a insint duit go bhfuil tábhachtach, agus ba mhaith liom tú a chur de ghlanmheabhair gach focal ar an prótacal Tá mé ar tí é a mhúineadh agat.." She said sternly locking eyes with her son as she went on. "In ainneoin a bheith linn teaghlaigh, beidh do dheirfiúr boladh teas a dhéanamh go fóill do ceo inchinn os a chionn, agus d'fhéadfadh distract tú ó rud éigin tábhachtach. Dá bhrí sin, séasúr seo chugainn, nuair a bhíonn tú timpeall uirthi, fanacht upwind de di. Beidh an cúnamh a choinneáil do shrón agus ceann soiléir.."

She paused once more mismatched eyes locked on his deep sapphire gaze until she felt he had absorbed the words and meaning and would remember them if asked later on. "Next, nach bhfuil sé béasach cainte ar bholadh mná ar bhealach ar bith is féidir go bhfuil an chuma rude. Den sórt sin mar conas a dúirt tú ar an mianach. Is féidir leat compliment di, ar ndóigh, ach nach rá boladh sí aisteach, greannmhar, nó aisteach. Ní Go háirithe ná cainte ar bhealach a mná strainséir. Is féidir linn a bheith moody, agus nach féidir a thuar i ár timthriallta teasa." She gave her son a wry grin and a raised brow point, letting him know she wasn’t angry with him, merely correcting his misstep, before moving on to the next part of the etiquette she expected from him regarding this matter: Space, and what to do if a female was invading it while under the intense drive of her instincts and hormones.

"Ní mór duit meas ar a spás, agus ní mór duit éileamh go bhfuil sí an gcéanna. Is féidir le roinnt mná a bheith in áit ... cairdiúil Ró. Is féidir a bheith i teasa a bheith an-míchompordach, go háirithe nuair nach bhfuil ina comhpháirtí a fuarthas a ... ah ... foluain na riachtanais. Bí dea-bhéasach má faigheann sí ró-ghar, ach a bheith daingean. Agus má ní mór duit, bogadh ar shiúl ó di a threisiú do teorainneacha.." She spoke from experience. Her first heat had gone untended, Falk having been missing until after her cycle had been over with. She’d been irritable, and until her mother had reminded her, discreetly, what season it was, and how old she was that year, she hadn’t realized why her uncle and cousin Alsander were staying upwind of her. She’d thought, for a while, that she must have stunk, or something. Well, that had been half true.

"Nuair a sheal tú dhá seo Fómhar, beidh tú a bheith go fisiciúil aibí go leor a atáirgeadh. Beidh tú in ann a mhná torracha a fháil. Mé le fios go mór tú a maité ach amháin le mná leat tar éis titim i ngrá le agus más mian leat chun fanacht ar feadh a saoil. A bheith ina láidir, athair cobhsaí le do leanaí agus maité grámhar chun máthair do leanaí. Smaoinigh dóibh, sula tú féin." The last words she said more forcefully. When he had children, she wanted him to always have them in his mind. Like being an alpha of a pack, the needs of those little lives and the mother that had borne them must come first before all personal desires. Now, she paused, to allow him time to take in all that she had said, and to ask any questions he might have.

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