Sleepy Fox Hollow Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold.

With his words, Nyx became painfully aware of just how different she and Mahler were. Her initial thoughts on the matter of rearing a brood were that she would do so alone, enough that she could maintain some level of control. Would the General seek to interfere on a daily basis, invade her privacy, dictate what to do and what not to do? A muscle tightened in her jaw as she bit back a frown, though she was was soon distracted by Mahler's question that followed.

She wondered who else he may have promised breeding rights to, and at once she thought of the fierce Takiyok. The Kapitan had bore a litter to Stigmata in the Springtime, Nyx had learned, one that was purely contractual. They had fared well enough, she felt safe to assume, until the latter had perished the following season and the cubs vanished one by one.

"No," she shared simply, a raven-tipped lobe canting sideways - curious. "I would not. Should I be concerned that others might oppose this agreement?"