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taltos let his muzzle rest atop her head for a moment, his mind working in slow firings. blue willow was a traditional sort, and the simple courtship of a male unto her would please the healer greatly. but atticus had faded somehow, and she was ripe now for children. i do not mean to offend, my friend, but in the springtime, surely peregrine and fox will rear a litter together. if atticus does not return, i would offer myself in his stead, in the capacity of a father to your own brood.

taltos pulled from her then, seeking the willow's eyes with his own. of course, i know such a thing may weight heavily on you. but you must know that my heart holds a great deal of affection for you. it is not a sacrifice i am making — it would be an honour and a delight. after all, what man does not wish to be a father? the servant's own thoughts on it had changed somewhat; blue willow belonged in the role of matriarch — before fox.