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She broke into a run, and it was not long before the weather started to change. She kept going, pushing herself to not stop. She had been trained for this. For the killing, and the tracking. She could do this. She struggled at first, but soon, it all came back to her with ease. And the closer that she got to the cold, the stronger she felt. In fact, when she paused in the snow, she felt better then ever. She paused, hearing the breaking of ice. She looked over at a pond, and saw a injured wolf. It looked crazy, and she knew it was her target.

She carefully stepped on the ice, but was no afraid of falling in. The ice and cold could not hurt her. She got closer to the creature and it called to her in a deathly growl, warning her. She smiled, and continued to get closer. The creature growled again and tried to lunge at her. She smiled, and easily dodged it. She could move on the ice, he couldn't. He slipped and slid around, like he was ice skating, and failing miserable. He kept lunging at her, but she kept avoid it.

She then lunged at him, shifting forms into a lion. She landed on him, and the two wrestled. She was careful to avoid letting the wolf bite her. It was crazy, he would tear her throat out if he could reach it. She dug her claws into him, and shifted forms, freezing the creature from the inside out. It scratched her, and knocked her off. She took her knife, and which it limping towards her, she plunged it into the ice, and the ice cracked, and they both were plunged into the icy waters.

At first it was a shock, but then she was okay. The wolf quickly froze, dying out. With the ice already inside of him, he was too weak to try to swim or survive. The wolf was done for. She swam to the surface, and pulled herself out of the water, and made her way off of the ice that remained and trudged through the snow, and the cold. Slowly, she dried off , thanks to the warmer weather she hit once she got closer to home.

She knew it was dark, past when she said she would be home. She quietly got back in, and saw the relief on the guards as she entered the gates. She had a few scratches but nothing serious. She could see people looking out their windows, show relief at her return. Some smiled at her, happy that their queen was finally whole again. She made her way back to her hut, and walked in.

"Sorry Im late. I did not realize he had moved so far north." She said, the ice long gone from her hair. Her knife was at her waist as usual. She smiled and walked up to her husband.

She moved slowly over to him, taking off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor where they may. She was not ashamed to be unclothed. In fact, most shifters preferred it, and were not very shy. After all, when you shift your clothes can survive just fine, but on a hunt? Not so much. And besides, there are lots of ceremonies and times when shifters don't wear clothes. There are plenty of reasons not to be shy. And she embraced everyone one of them with pride.

Walking over to him, she was glad he was alright. Shed been a bit worried about him as well. he had seemed so ....solemn. "Have you thought anymore about what I asked you before I left? " She asked softly. It was a legitimate question. She smiled, and looked down at her scar, touching it softly. The icy waters had done her good, though it had killed the wolf. The scar was almost nonexistent. "I got to go swimming in the ice. " She said with a smile.

With a soft voice and gentle hands, she did her best to soothe her husband. She knew the risks, but she also knew the benefits. The benefits included bringing new hope to her people and giving her son a sister or brother. Someone he could protect, a great way to train the next rex. "I can do this." She said softly, looking him over. "I will adhere to your terms, but I feel like this is a good thing for you and I and also for our people. If I can do this, then they will see their regina strong. "

She wanted to give hope to her people. She kissed him, trying to keep him calm. "I can do this." She could remember it all. The arrow flying through the air and piercing her stomach. The searing pain that rocketed through her, as she had collapsed to the ground. Blood had soaked her body, and the girls had carried her back to the pride home. Shed given birth to a dead child. The miscarriage had killed her on the inside and out. Shed not even been able to keep track of the days. Shed had to leave it all to Dustin.

Even now the thought still made her cringe, but at the same time...she was calm about it in a way. "Its over. I think it would be worse to simply let that be the only memory we have of what could of been. We are always going to wonder what could have been. I think we deserve to have that life that was taken from us by force. And if you want me to say in the pride homes, then I will."

She was happy that he was okay, and that they were not going to argue. They could try for another child....and in her mind, it seemed perfect. Not only because the process was really fun, but because it was healing. This was just what her pride needed, and her family. If she could do this successfully, then her son will have a better ability as a leader, and her and her husband will have the life that they lost. Now she just had to hope that everything went well. But it did make her smile, that he said he was not trying to be keep her prisoner. She smiled at him. "Sweetie. I know what a prisoner is. Just because I agree to stay here, doesnt mean I feel like a prisoner. I am still queen. I still have duties among the pride, here at home that I can attend to, like the prisoners. I am still your best asset when it comes to torture, and I promise to keep a guard with me when I visit them, if it makes you feel better."

She paused, considering that he needed to go on a contract rather soon. She agreed, that he needed to go. And she had full faith in his abilities to take care of things and come home. "And have fun on your contract. I will be here when you get back. I promised Conner a mommy and son day. "

Watching him leave, she stood up and walked to her room. Laying down she fell into a deep sleep and stayed that way for several hours. It was not until the next morning that she woke up to the sound of small feet running around the house. She stood up, and yawned, getting dressed in a brown top and skirt, no shoes. She walked out and pulled her son into a giant hug. He giggled, and smiled like he just won a prize. She walked with him outside, and they spent a while walking around. She even took him to go play with his friends. They ate , and then played some more. It was a wonderful day, and they spent it together. And after a while, she left him with his friends to go check the house.

Arriving home, it was getting late. She saw her husband and smiled, but her smile faltered seeing the gash. She went to the bucket bringing it over. She started to clean his face, and the gash, without pause. "I assume you killed the target?"

She smiled, happy that it had been easy for him. She was also glad he was home safe, and that they were together and nothing could make their day bad, because it was so wonderful as it was. "Conner was delightful. We got to eat together, and play outside. We sparred a bit in lion form. He kept nipping my ears. I was quite proud. And then I came back here, and let him go spend time with his little friends. One of them is a girl. " She said, hinting. She was a mother, it was her job to be a bit nosy in her boy's future. If a girl looked appealing, she could make sure the two got put in situations with each other. If they did not like each other....well, she would make sure they were kept apart or had a decisive sparring match.

Best solution ever. Kick the crap out of someone until they give up. Solves the problem rather quickly. After all, who wants to fight a crazy person? Or someone who is stronger then you are? Its what she always wondered.

[[Its okay smile ]]

With a slight smile, she wondered what he was thinking about. She moved towards him a few steps, and looked him over bottom to top. She was glad he was home safe, and that the contracts were all being filled. "Our son will be staying with Lillia's family tonight. It was her birthday. " She smiled happily. Her son was almost four. It was a month or so till his birthday. Lillia had just turned three. He was almost a full year older then her. They were cute. Well, all the children are. But Lillia is a spitting image of her mother.

The girl's mother is not a hunter. She is actually a housewife. Kind of. She was a healer, until she got married, but after three kids, she just stayed home. She does a lot of cooking for the pride, and works as a school teacher as well. She teaches the younger healers how to be good at what they do.

"I think tomorrow we should have a bonfire. All of the kids can dance, and everyone can have fun and smile. I can get most of the executions done tomorrow during the day, which would make us ahead of schedule. "