Moonspear And all I want is to find out what you're going through,

a nod. "that is true." both were filled with all sorts of questions at this time, especially talkative sialuk and her thirst for womanly knowledge. at hydra's implication, the duck flushed to the very breadth of the alabaster velvet upon her cheekbones. "with your agreement, of course." 

she had not spoken to jarilo of such things; kukutux had not meant to speak of it at all. but the blackbear had the charismatic feral thrum about her, dominant, knowing. the duck had little choice, and found she was relieved to surrender it to her sister.