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Wylla was surprised, but pleased, that he accepted so readily. For a split second she wondered if he felt a lot of the same tension that she did. Surely the season was weighing heavily on him, too, especially since he intended to impregnate, what... five thousand women? That thought came floating uninvited across her mind and she shoved it away without dwelling on why it felt even uglier now than it had when he first mentioned it. She was picking a fight, but not that kind of fight.

She was ready for him when he came, her paws planted and her body slung low in anticipation. One playful lash of her tail was the only indication Mahler got that the following lunge was not a truly aggressive one; she zipped forward, low on her feet with her belly protected, and aimed to catch his heavy ankle between her jaws with the intent of yanking his leg.