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A tear fell down Io's bicolored face. She shook her head, 'No, this is neutral territory'. A change in contrast from her earlier comment and those of the days before. 'It is just... nothing'. She shrugged, she had no excuse. A woman like her should be able to control her emotions and actions, and her words.
'Something in Polish. But it does not matter what I was saying' she stated softly. She did not want to admit she had been insulting him. The forgein woman smiled, softly. 'So, you are a loner?' It wasn't something she cared about, but her youngest son was a loner and perhaps she could ask him to subtly keep an eye on him.
The thin digets of her right hand played with the fur on her chest, while the woman's left hand rested on her stomach, trying to persuade her children to stop moving and give her some peace. One would assume that she would be used to such feelings after four other litters, she was but she never the less found the movements irritating. Io was a woman would liked her privacy, when carrying a litter, it was harder to escape from others. It made her feel powerless sometimes.
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