The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

It had taken much more practice to master the movement a cane provided than Rhea initially thought, though even when days had passed since Rhea's announcement on her true identity, it wasn't easy to walk throughout the camp without a few glances her way.

Or those wanting to help with whatever it was she was doing at the time.

Truthfully, Lillian wouldn't allow her to do more than just sketch-building projects with another male in the comfort of the Healer's tent, with all types of supplies readily available within reach.

It felt as though she was being spoiled, to see different types of writing utensils at their disposal—Even the male, Trenton, was almost uneasy about touching such a fine pencil or quill. But it only left Rhea to swirl it around, the feather a wonderful color to get lost in.

"Ma'am, I know in the Kingdom the taller buildings would offer a type of two-family or three-family housing. One set building designed with individual amenities and—" Rhea thought for a moment before the male sputtered, realizing that this was the Queen of the entire Kingdom.
Of course, she knew the structures he was referring to.

"No need, Trenton, I understand what you're getting at. And while sharing a wall might be awful at times. It would cut estimated building times in half." He nodded, eagerly and she smiled at having the ability to place the humans and wolves alike in opportunities that they were actually interested in.

So far, they had caught an entire range of cooks, those interested in the trade, farming, and above all, construction. Something that Rhea knew would appeal to Stephen's interest when she brought this up.

Yet the following morning, after a long night of not only sketching the landscape and area of her property—As well as clutching tightly to the pillow to escape the noises from both Osmin and Lillian, Rhea decided to enjoy the sunrise with a steaming pot of a floral tea.

It seemed to be a tradition, as within the next few moments, her first deemed males had found their way beside her, sipping curtly to the feminine drink—But this time there were smiles, jokes, and the mere temptation of just being allowed to close their eyes and imagine a better future.

As of now, it was the best possibility.

"Do you think the abandoned farmhouse we stayed at will be a good hold-up? It's still a good distance from Red Moon pack." Gilroy questioned and Rhea hummed into her drink, filling the silence as she swallowed her sip. "You're right, and I don't like the idea of so much separation between groups one and two. But there is only so much change I can spring on Alpha Stephan at once. Besides, strengths in number aren't always the best course of action." There was an agreement, settled with nods, but Rhea laughed.

"You'll all will be coming with me directly, no worries. But I do hope that you'll help the transition between those traveling from the farm to Red Moon." Dane smiled, acknowledging the fact that there was confirmation. Making it easy to bare witness to the fact that this camp—Their former imprisonment—Was being dismantled and would be moving later today.

"Gods, I feel like a child wanting to stay with their mother. Damnit, ma'am." Rolf admitted and she chuckled, turning towards him with a gentle caress to his cheek. "Hm, I'm not mother material at the moment. Besides, I would've whacked you all upside the head nearly a few dozen times this past week." The male had ducked his head down into his hitched knees and shook off the embarrassment.

"No worries, Rolf. I understand..." She cooed, but he still ducked away, not wanting his tearful gaze to be caught. It hadn't been the truth of the admission or her reaction. But the weight pushing off his chest allowed for a bit of clarity.