Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

She hadn't expected his question, but she didn't blame him for asking. Diaspora was his too, and it made sense that he would want to know who would be fathering any pups she might bring into it. She hadn't really thought that far yet, though; she just knew that she wanted to create more new life and further their empire with more heirs. But then he spoke again, demanding that she not answer; he was as confusing as ever. And the way he had turned away, as if feeling ashamed for asking. She paused for a few moments, frustration seeping into her expression as she watched him continue forward. She wished she could just turn her feelings off—forget how desperately she wanted him to feel for her the way she felt for him. Things would be so much easier if she could just magically stop being in love with him, but it didn't feel like that would happen anytime soon, especially since his face and his scent and his fucking presence were all searing reminders of his rejection. She had promised herself that she wouldn't bring that up anymore, though. 

So she trotted forward to his side, quiet for few seconds before finally speaking. I don't know yet, she answered him anyway. But, I would be willing to to offer you what I offered Stigmata. Speaking his name out loud was painful, as was the reminder of a simpler time when the former General was just a mildly irritating wanderer lurking too close to her kingdom, but she ignored that for now. If that is something you want, she added. He might not think of her as someone he could love, but she wondered if he might be interested in the strong pups she would surely bear for him. It didn't immediately occur to her that this might not be a good situation for her, but even as the doubt flickered in the back of her mind, she dismissed it; Diaspora's future was more important.