Busy! Beltane couldn't help but give a light laugh - oh yes, she had been very busy, but that busyness went beyond just their fathers. Still, the sudden realization that her behavior had not been wholly normal was quite a funny thing to her. She'd never even stopped to consider the social ramifications of it, after all - Beltane did whatever she desired in that moment, or whatever the forces of nature asked her to do. Everything else was secondary for the most part. "Mmm, yes. Two fathers, two bloods. We women are incredible, yes. We can carry more life than anybody could ever know, truly." She nodded, stout and strong, knowing well and truly that she spoke fact and nothing else in that moment. Women were, after all, able to breathe life into more than just children. Avery had proven that, no? She had come and breathed life into the moors and soon, she'd breathe more life into the stories of those within and without the pack. Sure, males could do it too but Beltane was unashamedly a little bias. Though she dare not think of it, she knew it within herself that her father's actions had been the thing to breathe life into that bias.

"Do you tell them stories?" She asked suddenly after a moment of having considered Avery's words, her eyes having drifted to the woman's abdomen to simply watch the slow and steady rise and fall of her breathing. "You should. Mmm, yes, really. Tell them of you, your blood, their father. Their father? Ah! Is he the wolf we call Chief?" Her head jerked, again, to a tilt, the thought so sudden to her. It made sense that the Chief would be their father but Beltane had to know for sure - or rather, she wanted to know for sure. After all, she was still in the process of figuring out the entire dynamic surrounding children and family. Was it customary to choose a fellow leader as a father? Or had Avery chosen different blood?

But when she mentioned the prospect of their children being friends, Beltane's smile grew earnestly and with such warmth that it almost did not seem to be her own. Indeed, she felt as if her children were smiling through her, their little spirits intrigued by such an idea. She closed her eyes and sighed, as if truly relieved by the very concept. "Ah, they will be many things, all of them will. Kings, queens, warriors alike - storytellers, listeners, speakers. Many, many things, mmhm." She paused and breathed in, a single eye opening to peer over to Avery. "Friends, too. Friends to one another and friends to many others. I feel it, do you? Blood is one thing, yes, but there is more than it alone." She imagined the red moon when she said such a thing, thinking of how that peculiar feeling of 'something missing' had been alleviated when she had danced in its light. There was more than just blood because she had felt it. There were invisible webs that weaved themselves between every soul and non-soul of their world. Yes, their children would be friends, but not simply with one another.

She opened her eyes then, slowly but surely, as if waking up from a dream perhaps. "These are not your first?" Perhaps there was some new instinct that had begun to develop within Beltane, yet she had no name for it quite yet. It was an unusual one and part of it sought to garner whatever wisdom it could from a wolf such as Avery.