She really did smell funny. Hating being in heat, she had taken to rubbing some lavender on her coat to mask the smell. She was so worried that the boys were going to smell it, and worse yet that it would make them think icky thoughts about their mother. Letting out a rumbling sigh she dragged herself out of her den in the Mangroves, heading off in search of the one wolf who knew it all, her mother. She knew that she lived in the mangroves as well, her scent was thickest here. She needed to know what Pip had done all those years with the boys around, and if she found that they reacted to it at all. It made her nervous and honestly, a little bit scared. She never, ever wanted her boys to look at her as anything other than their mother, and who better to help her than her own mom. Slowly slinking around a bent, she stuck her nose in the air and sniffed around. It smelled like it was around her -- her mother's den that was. "Momma?" she called softly, her sweet voice reaching out for one of the greatest woman she knew. "Are you around here? Cause I really need to talk to you..." Her voice was dripping with dread and worry. Not to mention that this topic was going to be slightly embarrassing, probably on both their ends. Dropping her rump to the ground, she suddenly missed the rest of her tail. Instinctively her little stub had moved to cover her side and help mask the scent, but hardly reached far at all. Whining softly, she prayed to the stars that the lavender was enough to hide it for now. At least until she had an answer. Blue eyes looked around her little waiting spot, willing her wonderful mother to appear at any moment.

There was no hesitation in Epiphron's movements as she heard her daughter call to her. For Amalia, she would do anything -- and she would do quite a bit for her wife and sons, even though it might not seem like it. With ease she made her way to her daughter, slipping from the dry safety of her den into the damp mangrove. She had grown accustomed to the water that seemed to linger throughout these lands, though had grow adept at mentally mapping out the drier areas. Even still, the water was refreshing to step through in the summer heat and she made little effort as she waded through the water around her paws.

A smile painted her features as her daughter came into view and she was happy to move forward to embrace her. "What is it, my love?" she inquired gently, hard features softening at the sight of Amalia in apparent distress. Though her daughter was clearly in heat -- and seemed to be trying to mask her scent -- she thought nothing of it, unsure what Amalia knew and didn't know, and certainly not knowing if this is why she had come to talk to her.

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She didn't have to wait long for her mother to appear, the woman gracefully walking over and holding her close. Amalia let out a soft rumble and nosed her features into her mothers neck, blue eyes closing for a moment as she simply enjoyed the contact. She was so pleased to be a part of a pack with her mother again, and the fact that she could see her any time that she wanted. For so long she had missed out on that, she hadn't been able to just walk a few steps before coming across the scent of her mother. But now, now she was right here. When she pulled back she smiled fondly at Epiphron, nuzzling into her pale cheek. She adored that just by seeing her, she could watch her mothers usually hard features dissipate. It made her feel special, and like she really did belong here. But her mother's question brought all those thoughts rushing to her head, and the pale girl pulled herself into a seated position. Ears pulled back slightly as she cleared her throat, discomfort in her actions. It was a very awkward topic, and she wasn't too excited to talk about it. Although just gazing at her bold, strong warrior of a dame was enough to push onwards. "Well, I just had a few questions about this whole 'being in heat' thing..." she started, voice soft as she searched Epiphron's face. "Neither me nor Athena have been in heat since the boys have been gone and I was just wondering... If its possible for them to uh," Amalia paused again, ears fully pulling back against her skull as she diverted her gaze. "Could they possibly pick up on my smell and have it um... excite them?" Her head lowered slightly, a soft whine leaving her lips. She didn't want to have to put her kids through that, but she didn't even know if it was possible. She knew that other woman's heat scent would one day attract her sons, but would her own?

Slowly she was growing more accustomed to her daughter's new family, and new life. Though she was still wary of Athena, their sons didn't remind her at all of their grandfather and she had grown quite fond of their presence within Fiori, though she still didn't know them well. A wide smile painted her features, softened at her daughter's embrace, and her ears would flick where they stood at attention, wondering what Amalia needed.

It was obvious there was something on her eldest daughter's mind, and though she seemed a bit hesitant to tell her what it was, it was comforting to know she could still confide in her despite all the time that had passed since they'd been together. Her worries were understandable, but she found herself chuckling softly at her daughter's naivety. "I wouldn't worry about it, honestly," she explained, her eyes softening. Though she understood Amalia's worries; her sons weren't her biological children, but she was certain they thought of her as a mother as much as Athena. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that happening. They know you as a mother, nothing else." It was strange to talk about this sort of thing with her daughter, but she also hadn't expected her first grandchildren to be Amalia's. Though they were by adoption, not blood, they were still her family. "I always pictured you with girl pups, not boy ones," Epiphron admitted after a moment, eyes sparkling as she searched her daughter's features after her admission.

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Her mother let out a soft laugh, which made her ears flickered back towards her skull. What, what was so funny? But then Pip spoke and said that she probably wouldn't have to worry about it. Letting out a huge breath of air, her shoulders slumping back down as she relaxed. Oh thank the stars, that took a huge worry off of her shoulders. She smiled at her mothers words, her stubbed tail wiggling against the ground. "Thanks Mother, really. That takes a huge load off of my shoulders. I just... I didn't know what to expect, you know? I don't know how strong males react to the scent of... you know. I was so afraid that... ugh. Oh well! Now that I know that, maybe I can stop rubbing lavender all over my rump." She said with a laugh. Epiphron commented that she had always seen her eldest daughter with girls, and she felt her shoulders sink even further. Oh how badly Amalia wanted girls, and to have pups of her own. She sighed, her head tilting to the side as she met her mothers strong gaze. "Honestly, I want a little girl so badly. Oh I just want to have my own little princess! But, I love Athena with all my heart. I couldn't do anything with anyone, really. As much as I want it, I know that I will never to be able to give birth. My heart longs for it, and I just want to experience it all." Her voice had grown soft, thoughtful as she smiled softly. "Cheating on my wife is out of the question. Although I could always go and start collecting puppies." She teased.

Truthfully, she hadn't known if she would ever even see Amalia again -- life without her children had grown to feel quite hopeless and desolate, though she knew she had given them the freedom to live as they pleased, and all had left her. Luckily, most had come back to her.. she couldn't help but feel grateful that they had given her another chance. And it seemed most of them could do with some guidance, even if they had been surviving thus far without her care. "I certainly understand that it can be a bit... weird," she commented with another gentle smile. Weird was probably an understatement. "But you definitely shouldn't worry." If they truly thought of her as a mother, the scent wouldn't excite them -- and even they did grow physically aroused by it she knew they were old enough to understand what was mere instinct and could control themselves. Amalia had nothing to worry about.

"You do smell like a pile of flowers," she commented with a chuckle. "Not that I was going to tell you." Epiphron laughed again, amusement flickering in her blue eyes. However, her gaze softened considerably at the mention of more children. "Would Athena ever be willing to have another man's child?" she'd ask gently, merely conversing. It seemed Amalia wouldn't want to, but she couldn't help but wonder if they'd ever discussed the option. "I'm sure you could find someone willing, if that's what you wanted."

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