Redtail Rise Some Words with a Mummy

Today, @Relic thought it would be funny to inform his sister how babies were made. Some of the crude terms he used were unfamiliar to Masquerade, though the process wasn’t. She possessed an innate understanding, corroborated by observing other creatures’ life cycles and, of course, questioning her elders from to time.

All the same, the reminder made her curl her lip and shove at his laughing face. Masque quit his company soon after, though she couldn’t quite forget the conversation. And soon enough it led her down a neural pathway previously unplumbed: would @Avicus whelp again someday? What about her daughters, herself included? Would they one day bear young?

Mating, conceiving, carrying and delivering offspring was one of life’s most natural processes. Masque found herself thrilling to the idea of witnessing Avicus’s next litter. And even the thought of @Redd having pups one day brought her joy. But when it came to herself, the idea made her cringe internally. She decided right then and there, as she sidestepped a log and began winding down a familiar game trail on the rise’s northern slope, she would never want pups of her own.