She hasn't meant to come across anyone else. In fact, all that crawl Erövrare can hide away in all the dark little places and she'd be content -- all that matters now is that she is Sister of Erövrare and in her womb she carries the blood of the High Lord himself.
Pregnancy has been easy. Simple. The embryos that squirmed deep in her gut are from from the first, and after three litters, pregnancy has become the standard. She feels her body, knows her body... the sickness is nothing to her, for there are children inside her, tiny princes or princessses, and not even biology could pale her anticipation.
Leera slips between the snowy-white trees laden with vines, watching the larger male before she shows herself. He's handsome enough, she decides silently, with sparkling blue eyes and a becoming hue. She steps out before him, tail raised in dominance but a rather expressionless face. This is the first pack member she's come across, besdies Hannibal and the father of her children. "I don't believe we've met just yet," she crones gently, pink eyes set on him with expectation.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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