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ooc: Back-dated for Aug. 30th. Early Evening
Summer's warmth had given away to the coming cool breeze of the following season. Clouds began to gather together, blotting out the radiant sun to shroud the earth under a chilling blanket. With each breath was the promise of something colder. And to a single earthbound form, the shiver coursing down her spine was a tell that her time to breed was nearing its end. And again, there was nothing to show for it. What chance there was had been void days before, an act to purity herself of the defilement done to her for the sake of appeasing her cherished friend. But he no longer seemed like the boy she had loved as a child. This enlightenment to love had changed him, turned him into something darker because still....he did not understand and tried with his might to make of it what he could based on what he readily had available to him. Perhaps he was wrong in his understanding of love. Perhaps she was as well...she did not know. What she knew was only what she was willing to accomplish for the sake of another's happiness. Her redemption be damned.
But in this selfless act was lost the opportunity to fulfill what she desired most of all and what her body commanded of her after remaining barren for an unfair course of time. A pup was all she wanted. It was what brought her into this debacle in the first place. Just a little life of her own to care for that came from her own body. She had given up trying to call this desire out of love for twice now it had left her with nothing and endlessly wanting. Perhaps it was better that she called it a duty to her forebears, or perhaps a means to bridge relations with others as it would have been done for the Nomad Family. She had thought about it, since returning. And favored the idea ever since her insides were purged to nothing.
Mayhap it was another selfish bout coming forth, but it was one born to appease both duty and her want. Now all she needed was to step toward it.
Her steps did not carry her toward the Northeastern border, but to the west along the treacherous face of the mountain. Discretion asked it of her to do so, instead of calling out for her Lambda counterpart. She did not want to raise the curious ear nor create a conflict when one had only just been abated. The woman was utterly tired of fighting the endless battle and just wanted something for herself. And it was in courtesy that she trudged the path upon four, still weakened limbs to speak with her companion and let her intentions be known. As Shepard, the act was not necessary. But as his friend, she felt she owed him at least that. She growled softly for the inhabitant of the mountain to hear then came to rest upon the nearest flat to grant her body the rest it still needed.