Moonspear [m] beer bad

Sialuk, the words a rasping groan, praising and longing mingling together. And hurt. 

It would do no good to shield such an emotion from her, and so he stood taller then, his eyes sweeping past the sloping curves of her body and to the furs on the ulaq floor—furs he had become quite familiar with himself. The vision of the bright-eyed man and her tangled among them with one another. 

You wish to carry his children, then? Argent had spoken before of taking Sialuk as his wife—and he stood by such a desire. 

That crushing realization that perhaps her first litter born would not call him father was one he would need to come to terms with.