Lilya’s heart felt like it might beat out of her chest, a soft smile playing on her maw as she learned the ins and outs of their new home. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would bring for them. It had taken a weight off her chest; a weight she hadn’t even known existed to begin with. Her eyes closed softly as she breathing in the air, the lake nearby serving to remind her of everything she had gained since she first set foot in the River. A pack that would forever remain in her hearts just as she knew it would Lachesis and the others who had followed them to found the Surge.
Despite the fierce wind that bellowed around them, Lilya knew they were going to be okay. She was seeking out Lachesis, as she often did solely for his presence… but there was more to it this time. They had a topic to talk about, one they didn’t really talk about last year… and they needed to figure it out before the time came around for others to act on impulses. Lilya had become content with her place amongst the pack, and she was certain that what had happened last year, the tragedy of losing their son… it had been the cause of the attack by the Monadnock wolf, Mittani.
How’re ya likin’ th’new home? She murmured softly as she crept up beside him, her normally gentle nature flowing through her words… gentle unless provoked… which she would be this year if anyone but hers scent changed to mark life growing inside. She didn’t know what Lachesis thought of the situation, but she figured she could predict… both of them knew that they could not support three litters as they had this past year. Even two would be pushing it... which left one.