Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

Wylla narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing her fellow Eisen throughout his commentary, only to smirk devilishly and say, you'd like it.

If ever she'd known a sub, Mahler was probably it.

His observation was met with the subtle puffing of her cheeks, a pout pulling at her bottom lip, and a huff of air from her nostrils. By very well, he surely meant very pregnant. He saved himself the misery of her response by offering food. Wylla struggled to her paws and gave her body a mighty shake, wincing only a little at the extra weight that swayed from her belly, then urged, well, c'mon then, feed me!