Nova Peak Ultra music festival anthem

It was a trap. Before she knew it, Bazi was having The Talk, and of all the wolves in Nova Peak, she was the most ill-equipped to deal with the situation.


Come to think of it, had Shar-Kali ever officially explained what happened between a lady and her jizz chariot, or had the knowledge simply come from exposure to several older brothers? Both had been lewd, and it hadn't taken Bazi and her siblings long to work out how babies were made. But the process had been slow, and she had come about the information without even realizing it.

"Ah.." she began, sitting heavily. Relonikiv stared at her still flat belly, and Bazi turned to look at it too. "Scimitar put them in there. With.. his.." Bazi hesitated. With his what? His love and adoration? The Alpha breathed a deep sigh and turned back to face Relonikiv, exhaustion plain on her face. She was too tired for bullshit, and too unimaginative to employ any level of metaphor. Relonikiv was getting it straight. ".. with his penis." Well, why the hell not. "He put the tiny babies in there with his penis, they grow for a while, and then they come out the same same way. Apparently it hurts."