She dwelled in the silence, moving only once she heard Aurelia speak once more. 'I notice you say it in the past tense,' well, sure. She had plenty to lose, now; Dawnbreak, Hexx, the place she had finally earned in the lives of others—and perhaps most of all, the children she was yet to bear. She all held it dear and close—perhaps too much so. 'I hope that is a good thing in this instance.' And Golde did, too.

Her body just mildly wearied, the wolfdog placed herself down on the ground with a quiet huff. I suppose it is a good thing, she mused, to hold such things dear. It should be a triviality to everyone.

It was only natural for a wolf to gravitate towards their own. Golde was terrified in her youth that, perhaps, the slice of domestic heritage had stripped away her instinct for companionship. She already knew that the mentality of her forebears hung over her deep down in the form of endless paranoia—but now, it was nice to know that it didn't affect her desire for a family.

Eventually, Golde chuckled softly and shook her head to disregard her strange words. I don't know what I'm talking about, she said jestfully, I'm just too tired, I think. I'm not thinking straight. The woman rose again, her tail sweeping over the air and resting gingerly against her thigh. I think we should head home. Unless... you have any other duties to attend to? Besides counting, of course.