hell is now ours to devour

The evening after the founding and feast had Widow still on a high. She couldn't believe it. So many good things were happening to her that she really wasn't sure what to do with herself. Stolas was back in her life, she had a pack, and her eldest daughter was seemingly smitten with the boy that she was coming around to faster than she anticipated. She felt that they had a good amount in common however, and she respected him. It was an odd feeling, but if she were to be so lucky, then she would be planning a wedding soon. And then how long would she have to wait before she was given grandchildren? Although Widow was more than considering another litter this year as her heat was coming to an end, she couldn't help but wonder if her and her daughter would be having children together. She did know however that Triss was skeptical of even her younger siblings, she hoped that it was something else they could bond over.

She would do her best not thinking too hard about it however, and found herself diverting her own thoughts onto something else. She couldn't help but think of Stolas, and Ravage, and even Erebos. Would Medusa let him go? Would they all accept each other? Could they share her, and would she be okay with sharing them? She was worried, and although she loved Stolas... she also had feeling for Ravage, and Erebos' bold attitude at the challenge had placed him at the forefront of her mind more than once in the days since.

Another thing she was better off not thinking about, and before long she found herself outside the main entanglement and standing at the edge of the pond as the sun was setting. Deciding to relax at the waters edge, Widow laid down gently upon her stomach and let her toes dip into the cool water. Even if she went undisturbed, she was comfortable in the silence of the late warm summer evening.

"Speech!"