Nephthys comes soon enough after her summoning, slinking through the thick shadows with a grace of her own. Even in pregnancy, the goddess moves with feline ease and fluidity -- perhaps this is what Leera enjoys most about watching her newest comerade. Her own belly is swollen with kids, more than three, Leera guesses, and she makes no effort to conceal what she carries but instead cocks her hip out, letting the dim moonlight spread over the revealing curve of her side.
An uncharacteristic warmth spreads through Leera's body as her summoned approaches, mirroring her own small smile. Nephthys purrs her name into the frigid air, and she closes her eyes and dips her head in endearing greeting. "Flower," she says, quietly, tail swaying. "It's better we meet like this. The men here have disliking of women's assembly." If that's true, Leera doesn't know. But she's planning something, and she doesn't want Nephthys to be mixed up in it all if the others find out how close they are and that they speak regularly.
"So packmates, now, you and I. Who would have dreamt?" Leera starts again, a grin forming. It sounds strange, packmates, like rain in summertime. But if it's Erövrare that binds them together in the end, then so be it. "Do tell, how is Erövrare treating you? Well, I hope. I believe we've got some catching up to do." Leera's itching to know whose planted those pups in Nephthys -- surely it's an Erövrarian, lest why is she here? She points her nose at the other woman's bulge, an expectant smile adorning her slick lips.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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