Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

Kheviel's ear twitched at the other's arrival and she glanced over to see a pregnant woman waddling toward her. This made her think of Cayentano's many references to babies, and did she want any. Her own heat still had not come, though it was only early spring. And if it did, what would she do? Throw herself at the young male who'd been feeding her relentlessly for days? She sighed and turned back to the ocean, saying nothing to the expectant mother.