Tyche couldn’t quite make out the muttering. She had noticed one of the pups . . . actually, they looked more like teens by now . . . look at her; she didn’t think she had been imagining that, though she could of course be wrong. Or, just plain jumping to conclusions, as many young teens were like to do. Youngsters, yeah? They thought a stray look was love, then got themselves in a whole big mess . . . Tyche considered herself too painfully shy for that, though. (She was, in reality.) She desperately wanted a mate, but she would then need assurance they would never leave. Mother had left, as had Aegaeon. Tyche’s pain was still fresh. She was nervous to love, anxious to meet new individuals, scared to be left hanging. However, Father would tell the teen girl to interact and socialize, especially with other wolves of Tyche’s own age . . . so she nervously stepped toward Snow’s rambunctious children.
“Would that keep you in?”artemis | sister to four | sabertooth | fallow deer x 5-tailed light kitsune x ball python | nadia
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