Nit again blushed, and looked down, staring into the bottom of his cup.  "You misunderstand the nature of my relationship to Tu'aui.  I suppose 'mate' is a good enough term, because the hand fasting would have been largely political in nature, and also largely because of our families desires for us to breed.  But she was no true love of mine.  Friend is more appropriate I suppose, though the nature of our agreement was that she would come to live with my tribe for two seasons and then return to her own when the leaves began to fall from the trees.  She would, doubtlessly be with child by then."<br/><br/>He hesitated and took a drink from his ale, then signaled the waitress to bring another, "For, in answering your last question, yes Nit is a nickname.  My name was changed when it became obvious that I was blessed by Shoni herself.   Every woman I have lain with, unless she has taken precautions, has gotten with child.  So my name was changed to Nittawosew.  I was raised fa'fine as my mother bore only male cubs.  As the fifth and last of hers, she brought me up in her footsteps.  So, my name, Nittawosew, fertile woman..."  He coughed slightly as the waitress, a sexy looking feline of middle years wearing very little leather, set down two mugs of ale on the table.<br/><br/>He continued after she left, "It is odd.  I feel myself a man of course, though was raised as a woman.  My thoughts swell to any partner that is fair of face, but yet...."  He hesitated and it was obvious that he was having trouble sharing this last bit.  But he did whisper finally, "There are times that I feel simply wrong unless I tuck my manhood between my thighs and wrap myself tightly."<br/><br/>He sighed, "It is an odd burden for one who's becoming known as a breeding stud."<br/><br/>He drank several drinks from his mug and then added, "yes, I understand that my dedication to Shoni is the price of your help.  I gave what I could of coin already at the temple, and I understand that you'll wish me to 'join you' in prayers daily.  My first lover was a futa.  Though he is gone now, passed to the great hunting grounds many years ago, I still think of him fondly from time to time."<br/><br/>Nit took another sip, "We have several hours of daylight left, but I wouldn't mind sleeping in town either.  What preparations do you need, and what do you think would be best?  To head out as quickly as possible, or wait for morning?"