It was undeniable now. She had noticed the changes slowly overtaking her body, a frown on her features though she found herself eager to tackle the challenge. It occurred to her she didn’t even know the father’s name. Perhaps that should have made her feel cheap, but she found that she actually preferred it that way. It gave her a certain level of autonomy when it came to how these pups were going to be raised. She didn’t have to worry about a father’s interference. She was sitting near the pack den, gnawing on an oddly plump rabbit that she had been able to find.
She gnawed on the bones almost anxiously. She had just noticed it, and she was certain it would not be long before others noticed it. They had never talked about this collectively as a group, especially since not settling down in these lands to establish something more permanent… well, it would be interesting. Still, she found herself oddly excited. It was like a flutter in her stomach. Her mother and father had warned her that it was a part of leading. She wasn’t a leader, not right now and maybe not ever, but a chance to continue on the line, the Ravyne family name… it meant a lot to her, especially given the tragic way her parents had fallen.
She hummed softly, gnawing on the bones when she reached them.