She was sure her parents had had her best intentions at heart. She would have been well taken care of by one of their chosen suitors, set for the rest of her life in a steady pack. It seemed dull to be just a mother, over, and over again. Her heart was not bound to stay in one place, to one thing so permannent. Though the suitors had been nice men, they were nothing special, nothing she was attracted to. Another life sentence of nothing. She didn't want a regular life. She didn't want to be the girl to stand outside the battle, outside the battle, watching the world go by.


Limbs stretched forward in long strides to keep pace with his. Butterscotch eyes shifted a sideways glance at his rich tones, seeing how much closer he had come. Cool tingle crept long her back, and she neither met nor tore her muzzle away. Instead the gentle touch met where he had targeted. She was not made nervous by his action, but curious on his true intentions. Men always had hidden motives to their sweet actions, their sweet words. Skylah new she was not drop dead gorgous, maybe an earthly beauty so she wondered the sincerety of things. Silently she did not loose step, listening to his answer. It was perfect, exactly what she could have wanted to hear. The coppery girl laughed, "I agree with that, but I hope you know Inkheart I may have been born in the night, but it was not last night." She winked in his direction. She clearly was not offended or implying anything except perhaps maybe she was not entirely a fool.

He hadn't quite got her drift, but oh well. She wasn't sure where she'd

been going directly herself. She took his words with a grain of salt. For she could have easily been insulted by them, depending on what meaning she found. Either thinking he thought her less for not wanting to pass down her genes, or trying to talk her into wanting to. She wasn't sure, and such was how things went. Nothing was certain in this "game". A light chuckle slipped from her lips, and she gently nudged her shoulder in his direction."I know, I am only telling you my pretty face doesn't tell all," She replied, tone paritially sweet trying to clear one matter. This children thing she decided to never mention again. It was not a subject she wanted to talk about, but that's where they were. She supposed she could recite her opinion.

"Well, you make it sound like those are good things. But a male's work in the matter would be done quickly, unlike mine. That's why I have no want for children. That's a long time to be tied, and as soon as I regained my freedom I would be sprouting more. I highly doubt anyone could persuade me different in the matter," she replied keeping her cool. Maybe if she'd been in love she would have felt different. But she'd never been in love. She'd never wanted to bear children. She'd never found the right man to put those emotions in her.

Now here she was trying to convey her reasonings for not wanting to be a mother. She didn't see it as a chance to make better wolves. She saw it as a never ending job full of worries. Men had all the fun making them, watching them grow, and perhaps when they were older they would put real time with them. Shaping them into strong adults. Soon as the last ones grew she'd be starting over with new babies.