The Sunspire Muscle car.

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“There,” she hummed softly, lifting another claw up, trying to drop the water and herbal mix she made for @Keyni’s little one. She gave the mother a wane smile before pushing the fennel paste toward her. “Try this—it could be milk supply? Maybe her latch isn’t as good as the others…”

She was tired. As good as she had slept, she had still woken in the morning, completely distraught she had stayed out all night and was quick to sweep home—Reyson on her tail, because the Mereo men seemed to feel she needed the extra protection.

Her first stop was her supplies—and then here. She wanted to see if paw-feeding the girl would help, and when finished, she planted a kiss to her head and to Keyni’s—words of encouragement before slipping out.

That was when the air was slapped with the most god-awful bellow Meadow had ever heard—a lynx in heat?

And Reyson’s desperate call.

She didn’t think—she fled. No, no, He was being gobbled by a lynx in heat, she was sure of it— her own desperate howl rang out, silver paws nimble upon the ground as the moments passed—they seemed like hours. And then there he was—and he was being humped by a lynx in heat!

No, no. Frantic, she looked to them—he was partially carrying someone, and with a woosh of breath, she fell to their side, eyes looking over them, heart erratic. “What happened?!”

Anything about pegging missed for now...