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Lane stepped forward and brushed Kukutux's shoulder with her muzzle, wordlessly expressing her joy in seeing Kukutux so happy. 

"Oh, yeah! I remember Aiolos.. you've described him to me before." It seemed like such a long time ago, but Lane still recalled her first meeting with Kukutux in which the moonwoman had offered her two names: Aiolos and Wintersbane. In hearing these men described, Lane had felt inadequate.. she had somehow known that if she met either of them as a potential mate, they would find her lacking. Her fear had come true in a sense, with Wintersbane-- although Lane bore him the only heirs he could be certain were his own, he had chosen another for his mate: Tzila, a woman who had also lain with Rye. And then Rye chose Imaq. No one had chosen Lane. 

"I can't wait to meet him, and your new daughters. I'm so happy for you!" Lane pressed forward once more, offering another quick nudge of congratulations. As she pulled away, her amber gaze landed on Kukutux's fresh scar. 

"Your eye--" Lane uttered, concern drawing her expression tight, "--lucky you didn't lose it." From the looks of things, Kukutux had only been about an inch away from such a fate. "You've had a lucky summer," she pointed out, attempting to swing the conversation back to its formerly upbeat tone.