Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] i need a palate cleanser of a trip to floridise.

Kheviel ignored his flirting this time, though it made her wonder...

My children are scattered to the wind, she said shortly. I haven't spoken their names in years, and will not speak them now for you.

Perhaps if she did have one last litter, she could do it right this time.

But that was a fleeting fantasy. Childbirth would probably kill her, given the state of her body. Or she'd resent the child for causing her so much pain, and no woman should have children who might feel hatred toward her own spawn.

She'd had her fill of meat and sighed heavily, feeling a bit better with a full belly. I am not in my heat, regardless, she told him. I haven't had it yet this year. Perhaps I am too old. But... what the hell, right? She hadn't been looked at with eyes like Cayetano's in years. She stood up, wincing, and made to walk away, then turned back to look at him over her shoulder. But if you want me anyways, you'd best follow.