Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

The dynamic Pala described sounded the opposite of romantic, though Pie didn’t judge her for it. She thought she’d do just about whatever it took to have her own offspring someday, even if it went against conventions. Tiuttuk might not have a choice, she reminded herself with a slight clench of her jaw, considering her unique anatomy.

She refused to dwell on that right now, keeping her attention upon her new friend as she spoke more of her litter’s sire. Pie huffed a laugh, which deepened when she thought of how absurd it would be if she tried to boss around Sialuk. No wonder Pala found such behavior remarkable and unbecoming.

Let’s hope not, she agreed before saying, I know it’s impossible to know or control… but do you have any hopes about how many? Or whether they’re boys or girls? Or both? her inner voice tacked on, though Treepie knew it was a rarity not worth mentioning. And what about names? Do you have any in mind?