Hoshor Plains tinnun ⊹

the meeting began. the moonwolf spoke, and mireille listened, though the methods of choice and contraception were not unknown to her. a young woman spoke of husbands; she hid a scoff. another looked toward the she-wolf who had been ardent with her chosen man and asked after their activity.
there was no answer except offense, tears; the sapphique woman was impassive despite her deep curiosity, and when the other had gone, she addressed the darkfurred one who had spoken:
"t'ere be no need for a husband to seek such pleasures." and then, more boldly; "consider dat a woman can please your body an' will not leave you pregnant," mireille finished archly, though she caught the older wolf's eye as she spoke, nodding in respect and hoping that her interjection would not be considered offensive.
and still she remained inquisitive about what had gone on, though a greater part of the obsidian now longed for the shores of home and to be surrounded only by faces she knew, only politics she understood.