Silver Moraine but really when it gets down to it

you find a man worthy?

the question brings a bemused, cutting smirk to come upon the warrior woman's face. the bloodchief nods, hastily, and chuffs lowly to the girl. yes. head turning to nudge at her own chest fluff, grooming herself with thick strokes of a pink tongue.

pausing to grunt. he strong. make strong cubs.

but there is gripping fear in the muradoii hunter. all her life, there has been nothing womanly about her. but now, her womb grows with life. she flowers. her hardened frame will grow plump with the tethers of motherhood. that draws a displeased growl from her.

they born weak, i kill. be done with them.