"It may need to suckle. Throw a breast-creature to it," Sabra helpfully suggested. "Then we can kill the beast, lest it generate..." Ew. "Compassion."

There next came a narrow-eyed renewed glance at Echo and Sabra took a few steps her way. A loud sniff of nose being directed her way as head tilted.

She was recognising her... Something about a pain to her shins. Why was that, again?

"Have you mated with her?" She asked Cian in accusatory fashion.