Leera's stomach was swollen with kids, even more so than her three previous pregnancies. She guessed there were going to be more pups than her usual births of just two; she guessed, with her size, there were at least three of them, maybe even four. Tyranis would be glad to learn this, but then again she hadn't spoken with the impatient bastard since their last mating.
She'd risen from her den of thistle with a boredom. Her paws ached with the new weight she'd gained and she decided to take a silent patrol through the pack's forest. She'd been slipping through the thick tangle of trees for at least an hour before she came upon the ice-cold river, near which she spotted the familiar patchwork coat of Hannibal.
Leera watched him for just a moment before deciding to approach, slipping down to the water's edge with a quiet grace she'd always kept. She did nothing to conceal her approach but rather settled near him wordlessly, lying down a few paces from him with her pink eye fixed on the river that moved before them both. "Have you been a father before?" she asked brazenly, still watching the water. She knew Hannibal was the father of Nephthys' unborn litter -- the two women were like sisters and they'd spoken just days before.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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