Sun Mote Copse with the gold of the richest kings

Then will you forgive me? She searched the face of the other with a gentle frown.

Her paws shuffling to move herself closer, she hoped the answer would be yes. I want you to return to the copse with me. We can raise the litter as though they are as much yours as they are mine - and they will be. She did not want them to be her children, but theirs. We need no man, if they come we'll send them off with half a nutsack. A bit brutal, but she wanted to sell her point.

She tried to remember what the father looked like, but found she could not. Part of her hoped that he carried some of Nasamiituuq's beautiful greys, blacks, and reds.