Mother Like No Other

Regulus drank in his mother’s answers, committing them to memory. He was glad that there might only be a few rare instances where he might have to encounter a female who was too far gone in heat to care about personal space. He liked company and affection as well as the next wolf, but a complete stranger rubbing up against him didn’t sound all that enjoyable. Her growled command regarding him respecting a woman’s wishes was received with solemn sobriety. He’d already learned that no meant no regarding many things in life. Such as crossing pack borders without an invitation. That was a really big no. So he jotted the no means no regarding females and advances in the list of big no’s at the back of his mind, nodding solemnly to his mother to assure him he understood. As she waited for his next questions, he thought them over, picking and choosing out of the horde of questions clamoring for attention in his head.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers. "Conas a bheidh a fhios agam go bhfuil mé i ngrá?" He hoped it wasn’t a dumb question, but he was certainly curious. Was there some sign that he’d found someone like his parents had found in each other? He wanted what his parents had, that much he was aware of, but even better. He would be an alpha someday. And she, whomever she was, was going to be as much of a rock to the pack as he would be. So… strong, loyal, caring. Beauty, he didn’t think about, just yet. It was just an assumption that whomever he found to be his would of course be beautiful. It wasn’t something he was looking for specifically. Beautiful on the inside, however. That was something he wanted in his future mate.