Taryn's hand went to her tattoo at his words of disgust.<br/><br/>"They do expect that, yes but my markings are of my own design. The Elders do not approve of my association with Jax and this mark represents him as part of my Talent. While Jax is not mine to command or mine to use, he is part of my that sets me apart from my peers as much as my Talent that is inborn.  How do your kind breed if the women do not produce cubs? Some day I plan to give birth. I plan to have childer but by the Goddess, my childer will not grow up in the street breathing poison until their talents appear. My childer will be a product of my body and a worthy male. My definition and their definition of worthy seem to differ." Taryn didn't realize her voice had risen in volume or that her hands had clenched. She leaped to her feet and began to pace. She picked up a dish towel from the sink and flicked it into the empty air. Finally she took a deep breath and stopped next to Jax. "But I am Talent and I am Warrior!"<br/><br/>Jax waited until she calmed down and then pushed her chair out. "Sit," he instructed.<br/><br/>Taryn sat and glared at the Kuguar. Breeding whore, indeed.<br/><br/>Jax cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Now, youngster, do we need to arrange another meeting so we can both see what intell we can both gather from our people? Kugaur! Raschen!" Jax thumped on the table.<br/><br/>The Kuguar jumped a little and blick, slowly turning his head to stared at the Hase.