She Sings of Amber Autumns sat at the corner of the overhang in which made her den. The den was decorated in findings of her time on the outskirts and even her year of being within the pack's main lands. She had seen the pups that Reflection had spoken to her about, moving around and tumbling over each other in play. Although she agreed that the population needed to be managed, she felt her spirits in her heart flutter about the idea of becoming a mother. However, it was known that Autumns did think more with her head than with her heart.
Perhaps this was also what stopped her from stepping forward to the Alpha about how she felt. She also wanted to let that simmer to see if those feelings would boil. But nonetheless she snapped out of her thought process and stood up from her odd perch. Stepping down to leave the den finally since the morning. Many of the Swamp Lurkers inquired the Spirit Touched for her healing words and advisory insights. Now it was time for her to be by herself, or so she thought she'd be by herself. Little did she know that there were little beady eyes that awaited her presence. The spirits didn't warn her of the pup that would soon join her for the day.
