Sun Mote Copse Thinkin' bout why we're here, and where we're goin

It struck her as a little odd that he would request permission to breed with Niamh, then say he wasn't trying to rush into things. But beyond the judgment she'd already given, it wasn't really her business. Hopefully they were a little more solid by the time they were given the green light to procreate, whether that was later this season or perhaps next year. She didn't realize this might be their one and only chance, which might've swayed her decision a bit in their favor.

"I hope everything works out," the Sovereign said, aware that it was a platitude, though the sentiment was genuine. "The three of us should get together sometime for a hunt, have a meal together. Does that sound good to you?"