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She bumped her shoulder against Meerkat's again. Already, she had the approval of both Mireille and Chacal, so getting permission would have them. Meerkat was young enough too, she thought, that she needn't worry terribly about pregnancy or birthing complications- but it was naive for Chacal to feel so blasé about it all, having only had one litter thus far herself. Meerkat wasn't giving her the more sought-after details, though, so when Chacal was asked, she could give the answer freely. 

"I will love my babies, no matter what I get,
but I tell you, I do wish I could choose 'ow many in a set. 
I 'ave 'ad four, an' dat be so many,
I t'ink next time, two would be plenty," She laughed softly. 
"An' girls," She added, "Girls be my choice-
dey be wanderin' less dan de boys."

Of course, Meerkat had had a different experience with her children. Three, rather than four, and her daughter had gone off to journey a bit. 

"Including happy, safe an' healthy- 
what do you really want your next children to be?"

Pragmatic leader as she was- Chacal did enjoy a bit of gossip.