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a small smile (equally as small as his tiny victory of placating chusi) wormed its way on his muzzle as he saw her soften -- even his tail seemed to for a moment whump against his hocks hopefully. that was, until she asked how babies were made. uh.

murgash's head felt conflicted, but the bottom half of him certainly didn't. he felt a stir in his gut and for a moment seemed as if he were pulling against some invisible tension; on the one hand, he had no intentions of telling her how babies were made... but on the other hand, if she was truly curious he would be happy to show her how...

"uhhh.." he groaned, fumbling how best to mix his normal charm with intelligence. "well... when a pretty wulf such es yerself meets a handsome man loike moiself.. well.. thems sparks flyen, en ye gets to gettin' awful close to one anutha.. and then before ye knows it ye gettin' in-tee-mate." he paused, feeling himself get rowdy from even vaguely explaining it.. "look, oi could show ye. oi wouldn't mind." he grinned widely, excitement coursing through him -- really, it would be no trouble at all showing 'choosi' how babies were made.