Blackfeather Woods The darkness will rise from the deep

Even if she had known about his interest in that one particular captive she would've asked him to wake something inside her one day. She would not allow another female except for Potema to fall pregnant so their union would be relatively harmless. That would not keep her from having him close though. If he were to become hers, of course she'd share. She was not that selfish. She did not press further into the conversation for the moments of silence, letting him decide whether he wanted to do what she had proposed. If not, she would not hold a grudge. She'd simply have to wait for the new litter Potema was to pop out any day now. Surely there'd be a male present, and if not she'd even try for Miraak. Nothing would stop her from spawning the half bloods she so desperately desired.

Her irises dilated as the stress of an unanswered question glided off her like snow from a slanted roof, seeing now a future suitor instead of an enemy in the young Melonii. A smile was offered, one not unlike a true one, and the dip of her head indicated she was fairly happy with the decision he had taken. Then I hope our interactions from now on will be a tad bit less... aggressive. A near purr had settled in her cold tone, truly now wanting to explore their relation with a new piece of paper to write on.