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He still had his doubts about whether this was the right thing to do, though now they were merely echoes in the back of his head as Talisman wrapped his forelegs around Kusuma’s body and tugged her close.

Afterward, he curled into a ball beside the clover patch. It had been an exhausting—but hopefully fruitful!—day. He thought of the past few minutes; of his tryst with Moonshadow; even of his firstborns hopefully blooming in Sialuk’s womb.

Talis felt blissfully empty and let himself float away into his dreams.