Deepwood Weald are you still there inside my chest?

Ruffling of fur. An intrigued tone. That was all she needed to know that she had a fish on the line. I am the wife of one. She answered, keeping vague about her lineage. She was sure she was treated like any other Melonii would be treated among them. Perhaps even with more respect as she was to bear the next generation. Do you know of them? She asked then.