Duskfire Glacier violin

Sakhmet admitted that she was lucky, and there was a shyness about her. It was an almost guilty look. Lane wondered if that meant that Sakhmet was aware of how close she and Kigipigak had come to courting. All that had come of that extremely brief interlude was a gifted albino caribou pelt lying somewhere in Lane's den, folded and gathering dust. 

"Me?" Somehow, Lane was always surprised when people asked her that question. "Oh, um.. I don't know. It's not really something on my mind right now." As soon as she said it, she realized it may sound dismissive, especially to Sakhmet who-- no doubt-- could not keep babies out of her thoughts. 

"But I suppose I should be thinking about it," she allowed. "I think my time-of-the-year is due soon, if I'm going by how it went last year." God, what was she going to do if she went into heat? She hadn't made any plans at all. Maybe it was a good thing Sakhmet had asked.