Nicky stand and raises her voice to the others...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I agree completely, and think a second mating season would be good to increase the numbers that have been dwindling so..."</span>She sighs, this was one thing she would not bicker about, this needed to happen her warriors were dying fast. most would not live though the year. A plague had hit their tribe and decimated their numbers the unlucky ones got to watch their mates die, or worse have to live in pain for the rest of their lives. The medicines had been tried, most didn't work. Now they needed new blood, and had been meaning to bring it up but got beat to the punch.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"We need to plan some more matings to at least twice a year, or our numbers could drop drastically. We got hit with a dire plague, one even our medicines couldn't keep it from decimating other people." </span><br/><br/>She sat down, and looked at her sisters, and hoped they agreed. This would be catastrophic if they didn't. Almost to the point of no return.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Goddess of fertility</span>, she prayed,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">let them see the light in what must happen for other wise, our peoples are doomed.</span>