Jasiri loved the caves of their home. Loved the darkness, loved the earth and stone, loved the way it was warm even when above was cold. She was a warrior, but with the pride being rather peaceful at the moment, she didn't mind helping tend to the den. She just wished there were cubs to help fill said den. So, she made her way over to the female who shared her mate.
"Rajua. We must talk. And no, I'm not angry or anything like that." Jasiri was known to have a temper, so best to calm her poor sister-wife's nerves first.
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