Pale violet and bright blue eyes flicked to Talien, studying her and reading between the lines of the words she spoke. It comforted her to smell the scent of another male clinging to the pelt of Talien, it gave her insight and hope the pups the other female carried were not Thor’s. Her breath came in a heavy rush, vanishing into the breeze around them at Talien’s words, her assurances that their hearts were their own, and hers belonged to another. Now it was Inanna’s turn to look away. Her gaze moved in the direction of Glorall where she knew her own heart beat outside of her chest and in the paws of an ebon boy who had captured it with a wink and a charming smile. It beat back to her with a twist that she could not help but smile at. The expression on her face softened as her possessiveness began to ease.

Unknown to Talien, her words gave the white woman more and more to think about. Her deep adoration for Thor, as well as her affection and connection to Rufio. She sighed heavily to herself again, attempting to balance her wavering convictions. In her mind she could not deny fate nor her own feelings, such as Talien asked. But she could not capture and ensnare both and be fair to them either. Time would surely tell, and the twists and tides of fate were always changing.

Logging the words of the silver wolf in the back of her mind, everything about Inanna seems to soften in her understanding and acceptance. Now when she smiled at the expecting woman, the look was genuine. Well, Talien. If fate has decided that you cross paths with Thor, it seems as though it has also declared you cross paths with me. I care about him more than I could dream, and through him I care about you. She looked up and down the other’s body, pausing a moment on the apparently wiggling pups. If ever you have need of me, or if there is something I could do for you and your’s, I believe you can figure out where to find me. In a flash her expression changed like lightning, her teeth baring for a moment. If you decide to hurt us, it will be the worst mistake you make in your life. She settled and brightened again, and ear twisting to and fro. But I trust you not to make such a mistake. Her head tilted, making her mismatched eyes look strange against her white face. Do you believe we could be friends? Threats and promises aside.