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Given the nickname Terra's tail thumped lightly on the ground. Tal was much easier to say than Taliesin. She grinned cheekily at his words. Friends called him that? Guess that made her a friend, albeit one that had just met. She wanted to tease him, tugging and pulling until she got what she wanted, but Terra managed to remain still, ears focused on his words instead of flitting around for sounds that pleased her. As he began to explain, Terra's ears twitched uncertainly. She certainly didn't know what hormones were, but mating was something she understood, as well as puppies. It explained why it felt like a message that was so important. Terra understood how pups held one's future within them, making them the most important thing for a pack to protect.
She didn't feel particularly ready for such a thing though. Or did she? Terra remembered the motherly way she'd cared for Sophie, different from her usual clumsy interactions with the young that were normally based on keeping herself entertained and the pups out of danger. That meant one big thing to Terra though. She needed a mate. Terra didn't know how she was supposed to find one, but find one she would. There was no other option. Her ears flattened against her head as Tal spoke about others hurting her, forcing puppies upon her against her will. Granted, Terra wouldn't put up much of a fight in this state of mind, but regret would be a big part of it. Terra looked at Tal pleadingly. Will I always be like this? Would it end, or would Terra always crave someone to help her make pups?
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Given the nickname Terra's tail thumped lightly on the ground. Tal was much easier to say than Taliesin. She grinned cheekily at his words. Friends called him that? Guess that made her a friend, albeit one that had just met. She wanted to tease him, tugging and pulling until she got what she wanted, but Terra managed to remain still, ears focused on his words instead of flitting around for sounds that pleased her. As he began to explain, Terra's ears twitched uncertainly. She certainly didn't know what hormones were, but mating was something she understood, as well as puppies. It explained why it felt like a message that was so important. Terra understood how pups held one's future within them, making them the most important thing for a pack to protect.
She didn't feel particularly ready for such a thing though. Or did she? Terra remembered the motherly way she'd cared for Sophie, different from her usual clumsy interactions with the young that were normally based on keeping herself entertained and the pups out of danger. That meant one big thing to Terra though. She needed a mate. Terra didn't know how she was supposed to find one, but find one she would. There was no other option. Her ears flattened against her head as Tal spoke about others hurting her, forcing puppies upon her against her will. Granted, Terra wouldn't put up much of a fight in this state of mind, but regret would be a big part of it. Terra looked at Tal pleadingly. Will I always be like this? Would it end, or would Terra always crave someone to help her make pups?
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