Lone Star Mountain diabolico

After her rather irritating discovery in previous days, Viskani had made it her mission to get away from the Vale more often. A pregnancy had not weakened her before, and it would not now.

Chaudry could whine and cry all he wanted, but what reason did she have to listen? He certainly had not carried children before; she had done so three times, now four! Him included. At the very least her head was clear today, though her bladder was punishing her in it's place.

A man ahead, laid in the snow so carelessly. Viskani paused, stared, her tail curling upwards before she trotted forward. You look like a king splayed like that, cheri. There is a hint of humour in her tone as she speaks.