Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

As the darker of the two turned to see eye to eyes with the snow backed behemoth, Rosencrantz snapped, teeth clashing and popped as he bit at the empty air between them. He was a caged dog just waiting to be released into the ring, eager to dig in as trained. It's the season - you aren't the only one pregnant. I'll find someone willing. His tone was sure, but deep within himself he knew it would be an uphill struggle. 

You'll poison them with your milk. Obviously the paladin had little faith that Cupid could stay sobber long enough to wean the little ones safely without destroying their organs with toxic plants. So to him, their fate was among two things; a long, slow, painful death through poison given to them by this one, or, a risky chance, to last just long enough for him to run and deliver them to a milking female. He followed at Cupid's heels the moment they turned to continue.