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The woman nodded briefly, a soft smile faint upon her quiet lips. "I’m beginning to understand that now," she admitted quietly. It began as instinct, that need to protect that which was created through the physical need to procreate. And yet, such a thing had not been experienced by the warrior. While she had lain with several, such a thing was based not upon the need to procreate but upon a curiosity, a need to know more. And with Onus, it had been based upon the need to show her love of him—a true act of love. Yet, these pups belonged simply to one who had stolen something from her, replacing it with a black seed the now grew. Despite that, however, she still experienced that need to protect and produce, and, in the depths of her subconscious, the female knew that it would continue to become something more with the births of those lives. And then, as the Acer stated, she would no longer be idle. "I suppose not," the soft melody agreed, a certain amount of mirth held within those silver tones. Briefly upon very few occasions, the warrior had observed pups and their behaviors. She did not doubt that her own would behave similarly.
There came a thoughtful nod, practically imperceptible despite her stillness. It was strange, however, what the Acer revealed. It was a strange thing for the warrior to imagine a pain that did not come from injury. Indeed, she knew of spiritual suffering, but she did not think that Alexey referred to such a thing. She kept that thought in mind, however, and did not question the other further. While Alexey knew better than she the workings of such things, she knew that Alexey could know only as much as observation could allow. And observation, while useful, was not as invaluable as personal experience. Such a thought reminded the Adonis that she, who had never intended to bear life, was bearing life now before those who sought it. It was strange, once more, for the warrior, and she wondered at the gods.
A glimmer of a silver smile was given in gratitude, her gaze flickering tentatively away. Had the warrior been as skilled in the use of words as she was skilled upon the battlefield, she would have replied in like kind, expressing her fondness and trust of the Koios woman, for such a thing was rare for the black fae. Indeed, she had met many and, in a way, trusted each member of her pack. But the trust she held was faint, unwilling to go too deep. The trust that she held with Alexey was a little deeper in a way that the black fae could consider her a friend. But she trusted no other as deeply as she trusted Onus. Trust was simply not a thing that the black wolf gave lightly. And yet, she could not express to Alexey such a thing, and so she was silent. The woad bound ears lifted. "Not nervous," the soft melody countered, her gaze lifting to find the council member’s golden eyes, "but uncertain."
There was a brief silence. The woad-marked female dwelt upon the prior silence of her friend, the sudden emotion that had been darker than that which filled the air now. And Cwmfen wondered of it. Within the Caledonian-Korean’s mind, however, ‘trouble’ referred to belligerent acts, and so it was to such a thing that her mind instantly went. "Is something troubling you, Alexey?" The voice was quiet, gentle, and she would have accepted silence should the female refuse to share with her the origins of that unknown emotion.