Tell Me.

Othello found herself hesitating to go into the den once the dame told her that only Scorpion had been in it. But once the other pale female vanished, she padded after her with slow steps. Taking a moment to let her violet eyes adjust, she blinked several times until she was able to see Orchid sitting by some cracked walks. Slow steps brought her over to the sitting one, who warned her not to touch a thing. She nodded her head, her senses baffled by the sickly sweet scent of herbs. Suppressing a sneeze, she sat upon her own haunches on the soft moss.

The question that she asked left her sputtering, almost choking as her ears stood fully up in shock. How had she known that she had come to her about this? Did Scorpion say something to her, or could she tell by her scent? Blinking, she actually had to think about the most recent time she had copulated with the tall brute. It had been so often... "The last time? Uh... about two days ago?" She said, sounding more like a question in her state. She was rather uncomfortable talking about this to Scorpion's sister, but she knew that it had to be done.

"Is there a way for you to tell for sure?" She asked, a hopeful gleam in her eye. It would be the most excellent gift to him, to bare his first litter. "And I was going to ask you about herbs to help me, because I have been so restless and my moods have been swinging like crazy." While her normal mood swings were pretty bad, she had been getting more and more irritable. Maybe she could have something to help her.