Mink’s P.O.V
As I sat by the fire place in the living room, surrounded by the members of my pack, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness s coursing through me. Our pack was growing, and each new member brought their own strengths and skills, enriching our group dynamic.
However, amidst the joy, a seed of concern took root in my mind as my eyes scanned the room. Most of the women here were either talking about the next meal, the latest gossip or about their mates. But my concern remained as I watched them interact, and it seemed like Ruksaar took notice of my skepticism.
“Something on your mind, Mink?”
Turning to Ruksaar, I spoke earnestly, "Ruksaar, have you noticed how our pack is predominantly composed of women now?"
Ruksaar nodded thoughtfully, scanning the room along with me as if noticing it for the first time. "Yes, Mikalya, I have. It's a testament to the strength and resilience of our sisters. But I don’t understand your concern in the matter."