Celandine remained frozen to her spot as he moved, following him only with her ears. She took in a shaky breath as he came to stand by her side, uncertain of herself for the first time in a long time. Skoll had done this before. He'd fathered a number of cubs over the years, but she had yet to bare a single one. It was her time now, though. She could do it. No, she would do it, because she always got the things that she wanted.
The air was thick, and stifiling, as if one wrong move might set the whole forest ablaze. It was, perhaps, the most thrilling, and terrifying thing Cela had ever experianced. Her mind was made, though, and her decision cemented with Skoll's tongue beneath her chin.
Afraid that if she tried to speak, the words would stick in her throat, Celandine answered his question with a nod. Her tail swept to the side instinctively, and she readied herself for the night ahead.
(Celandine fade)