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Eleven children. Oh, wow, she huffs out a little chortle with a shake of her head. I can't wait to meet them. I, um, offer my services, wherever they'd be needed, headaches, postpartum care, weakened pup immune systems — all were concepts she was not unfamiliar with, ones she prides herself on her knowledge of. I'm sure you're glad to have an extra set of paws.
Maleah herself was not a mother, and as it stood, she had little desire to be such. The thought of seeing her father's eyes in her own children made her squirm — the thought of having to parent with another man was even worse. Are their dads around, at all...? Perhaps a stupid question; a matriarchy, Sapphique was, and thus far, the signs of many men living here at all were few and far between. It seemed almost too luxurious to be true.
But this was all her's, too, Chacal had confirmed; this land of oceanwomen, of beauty and danger and gemstone. Maleah can't hold back her toothy, sheepish grin.