The woman pulls away from Thora's ear to study her face, a false expression of reassurance and tenderness present on the sharp angles of her face. It's clear to Leera that this news has hurt the young girl, which is satisfying, but she withholds this emotion from her visage and insteads nods along to the thanks she's given. The seeds have been sewn.
Then Thora asks about the number of pups, and Leera settles back into her uncharacteristically friendly facade. She glances to the swollen curve of her side before answering, "An expecting mother can never be sure, but I'm thinking at least three, if not four." Which is true -- Leera sees no reason to lie about this subject matter. Besides, she is anticipating the birth of her and Tyranis' cubs and finds joy in speaking about them. "Would you like to feel, little dove? They've been kicking." She smiles and turns her body so that the girl can touch their movements against her womb if she pleases.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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