Sawtooth Spire That mangorita you were drinking

Star was quick to offer apologies for her condition and excuses for how she came to be that way. All the while, static began to buzz inside Wylla's brain. Her yellow gaze was riveted on the white female, and yet her gaze was faraway. She could feel her livid heartbeat in her throat. She could swear she could feel it in her head. Star crouched in submission and Wylla hardly reacted, until suddenly the stiff guard hairs on her nape began to rise and her face contorted.

Are they Mahler's?! she demanded to know. Star's submissive posture indicated that she'd already assumed Wylla would be angry about her pregnancy, and she was right to be worried, but perhaps not for the reasons she thought. She wasn't the vindictive teenager she'd once been, but she suffered a lot of other emotions these days, and jealousy ranked very high among them.