It is a thing most pleasing to my mind to be within the presence of a my child so well grown. There is no child whom I have born for which I hold no love, each and every son and daughter that my Kane and I have created has been loved and cherished and watched over each and eveyday that they have lived and while I am thinking there is a joy most great in the birth of such children, in sleeping with my form curled about them to keep away the chill and the night I am thinking there is a different pride to be had in seeing a child grown. It is….a success most grand, one greater and more potent then any crown or land or pack to be won, to see a child grown in a joy and wonder most great, most personal and one in which I am given to have a pride unlike any other. The presence of my Kane is a thing mot pleasing also, the white of my form content to rest against his own in these moments in which we sit before our child and the boy she has chosen to be her ‘friend’ as my Kane is calling it, the violet of my gaze given to linger upon his form so young and strong. Moth has been friend to our pack for years most long and indeed I am pleased to see her son grown strong in these moments, for she too must be near in age to Heyel though I do not like to allow my mind to cloud with thoughts of days that soon may end for ones so aged.

He seems to grow most anxious, this boy, his manner and words hurried and uncertain as if he is given to feel most nervous in these moments and indeed I am given to wonder most surely if my Kane had felt so nervous before Heyel. I am thinking however, that Heyel is not being near so kind, for as long as I have known him he has teased at my Kane and indeed perhaps this is to be the way of things, Heyel had teased my Kane and my Kane in turn is given to tease at Amoxtli. This is a most unusual name and one my tongue does not so well understand, my head merely given to nod at his greeting for I fear that perhaps to speak it shall not be a thing most…grand upon my part, a smile merely given to grace my lips as my Kane takes pleasure in asking if they have come for our blessing. Perhaps I am not so surprised at this thing, after all, I have known for a time most long that my Shiloh had sought the company of one she had come to favour, that perhaps one day she too would stand as Queen beside him and reside within the forests pack- a day I am looking forward to indeed though I have kept such thoughts to myself on such matters, to embarrass my child so often with my knowledge of things is not being most ideal and indeed I am liking to hear her say these things to me herself- even if the words of Kane are given to so distress the boy of her choosing.

I wonder perhaps, had my own Mother lived, if she too would have taken pride in such things. There have been many moments indeed that I am given to wish for Zeivah, that I had longed to tell her of the things I had done and the children I had born and the wonders I had seen as I grew. I hope only that she is made proud, that perhaps when it is Heyel is given to find his place among the heavens that he will tell her of all she had missed- for she missed a great many things, things I could not dream to miss, even moments most small are wondrous such as these. My thoughts were broken in this moment however as the voice of my Shiloh lifted once more, her head held high as she spoke of this….engaged with the boy that is standing beside her, my head given to tilt within the chill of the winter air as the violet of my gaze flickered from one to the other.

“Oh.”

The surprise upon the delicacy of my features is surely a thing most clear in this moment, pelt of snowy white given to shift as it was the delicate violet of my gaze rested upon my Kane once more with a concern most clear for that which was being said this day.

“I is being most pleased to be hearing this…..but I is thinking perhaps that….maybe you is….wanting to be mates first, yes?”

Engaged is not a word I know so well, my mind perhaps not given to understand this day what it was that had been said. It is rue indeed that I had once been engaged to my Kane and yet the word within the Latina is spoken most differently, within the common tongue I am most unsure of its meaning and yet I am most assured it is I am knowing. I allowed my head to turn once more, eyes falling softly upon the sides of my Shiloh though still they did not seem so large, her ‘engagement’ it would seem, perhaps not so far along in this moment and while I am most pleased to be told of this and more pleased still to have grandchildren to be born I am thinking perhaps it is being best if my Shiloh is made mates with her boy….it is merely the thing that is done.

“I is not having any engagements until my Kane and I is being mates and I is thinking….perhaps….that maybe you should have been mates….before this is happening- but I am still being most pleased to hear this, yes, it is a thing most wonderful.”

I did not know, it would seem, that ‘engaged’ and ‘pregnant’ do not hold the same meaning, the confusion upon the face of my Kane in this moment given to alight my own thoughts once more as a frown was given to mark the softness of my features as I looked towards him.

“Engaged is meaning…pregnant…yes? They have…how you say….’been busy’?”

The common tongue is not the strongest of my languages, nor, would it seem, is my ability to keep up with the language used by a younger generation of wolves……