She seemed to always be surprising others - she couldn't help but notice it. Then again, Avery hadn't proved to be a difficult wolf to read which Beltane did, in fact, appreciate greatly. She made her happiness obvious, her surprise well known, and her intentions clear with her words and body alike. Beltane had come to appreciate that, along with how she had begun encouraging others within Iromar to do the same. That, Beltane thought, was what truly separated Avery from the Darkbringer - Avery wanted others to be honest with themselves, as well. Balance. It always came down to that, didn't it? Two sides of the same stone; birds of feather; push and pull. And now she was about to bring life into Iromar where there had been plenty of death.

Of course, such generosity and openness still caught Beltane off guard at times. It ws not so much that Beltane had been treated poorly throughout her life, but she had seldom seen others present so much kindness without expectation of some kind; the Darkbringer had given her his type of kindness but she had always been acutely aware of her position, knowing well she would be required to read and answer at his summons. Avery, however, did not seem to expect the same.

At first, she blinked, surprised perhaps by the offer but in that same moment, she shook her head and grinned. She looked up at the sky thoughtfully for a moment before she tilted her head back down to meet Avery once again. "Their father is there to take care of it. The other will come, I am sure, with his herbs and magic if they require help." She nodded towards her abdomen, unaware that the circumstances of their conception and birth were any stranger than expected. Beltane had never sought a mate, not truly, and she had only taken the mates she had because she had known it was the correct year to do so (as the red moon had told her, after all).

"What of you, Monarch? Have they told you what they need yet?" Her head jerked to a tilt once more, and she slowly began to lower herself so that she may lay across from Avery (though she waited, of course, for an indication that it would be okay to do so). When she was given the permission, she was quick to sprawl out, leaning onto one side to alleviate the weight on her limbs for once with a relaxed sigh as she flexed her toes and legs. For once, the restlessness seemed to have subsided, something she attributed to her children wishing to listen to Avery before they were born; perhaps they were curious as to what kind of place they would be brought to, or just curious to learn about the wolves they would be surrounded by. Beltane could not blame them for that, though she had anxiously been waiting for them to call for their father, Onias. Perhaps they were waiting, or perhaps he was. For now though, she and they all seemed content to bask in the spring with Avery and her own.