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"oh, not at all. i never had the urge for my own."

come to think of it, she was unsure her heat had even come this year.

she thought of nala and her cheeks beneath their dark veil flushed.

"i suppose if i — began to court someone who wanted children, i would make the natural concessions. but not to carry them myself." she crooned at little toula and raised a dark foreleg to catch her.