Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

Despite Wildfire's best efforts to make small talk and not imbue the conversation with a weird sense of urgency, Étoille seemed to pick up on something unspoken and offered to leave. Before the Feisripa could decide how to react, Thuringwethil spoke. With only a brief preamble, she vocalized the request the two women had only decided on very recently. Wildfire felt her heartbeat quicken immediately, her attention snapping to Étoille.

He went silent for what felt like an age, during which Wildfire held her breath. When he hesitantly agreed, she nodded. "It is what we want," she replied. Only then did the air gush out of her lungs. "Mochof, Étoille." She licked her lips, then glanced between her mate and their would-be baby daddy donor. "I guess now's a good time to let you both know that I'm pretty positive I'll be going into heat within the next few days. I recognize the signs now."