There was a series of roars and clicks before my language translator was able to switch over to Saaja. "What types of furs are you looking for?" asked the Saalistaja. He stood still, like a warrior or a hunter, and I couldn’t even see him breathing. It was like if I took my eyes off of him for a second, he would disappear into thin air.
"All types," growled Midnight as he shifted under .
"What? Am I finally getting heavy?" I asked, rolling my eyes. The movent jerked out of the frozen state that I had been in since I first saw the Saalistaja.
"Ha!" chuckled Midnight taking his attention away from the male across from us and back to . "You are about the size of a newborn cub."
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. And as much as I knew he was joking about my size, I was a good deal smaller than him. "Let down, you oaf," I continued, smacking his shoulder. "I can’t see the furs from all the way up here."
"I haven’t seen a species like yours before," said the Saalistaja as Midnight placed on the ground and coming to stand right behind .
"If you are lucky, you won’t again," I said with a smirk before turning my attention to the various pelts he had laid out on the table before him. I couldn’t recognize any fur. The sizes all varied, the colors were beautiful, and each pelt was so soft I just wanted to sink into the whole table.
Wondering how much it would cost to buy every last one of them, and then realizing that I couldn’t, I beca more serious about picking the perfect furs for my room.
There was one beautiful black pelt that felt perfect and was about three tis the size of . I didn’t want to know what type of predator it ca from, but I put out a little prayer to the universe that I never ca across it in real life. Pretty sure that it was big enough to swallow whole. But I was buying it.
"That is from a dvjed," said the Saalistaja, and my translator kicked in a few seconds after. "It is from the third moon of planet Xunzarus."
"It’s beautiful," I admitted as I continued to rub my hand through the soft fur. I started to plan how I would be able to use all of the furs that I had gotten from my Guardian Angel and now the ones that I was planning on buying here.
"Is she starting to nest, or is she not old enough yet?" asked the Saalistaja turning to look at Midnight. My eyebrows shot into my bangs at his question, and a low growl ca out of my throat that I wasn’t even aware that I was making.
"I do not nest," I growled, not happy about the implications of his question. Then the fact that he had asked Midnight... well, I was not a happy camper. I had read enough Ogaverse novels to know that only the Ogas nested when they were reaching their potential fertile stage. And there was no way in hell I could ever be considered an Oga.
"Dumb question," sneered Midnight. "You never ask a female if she is getting ready to nest. It is a surefire way to set off her temper."
"Apologies," shrugged the Saalistaja. "Our females are only attracted to furs when they are in the nesting phase of their cycle, and then they destroy them all after."
"They go through that every month?" I asked, very much concerned. That seed like a lot of effort to have to go through every three to four weeks.
Unfortunately, that would have been one of those questions that would have been better to have kept to myself. "Every month?" asked Midnight slowly as he looked at . "As in once every moon cycle?"
I waited for my translator to kick in. A moon cycle was roughly 28 days, give or take a few hours which was close enough to a full month for . I nodded my head before looking back and forth between the two males.
Their whole focus was on , and Midnight’s fur was even starting to stand on end. "What?" I demanded before turning my attention back to the furs. If they wanted to be all weird, that was on them.
? I was going to find at least two more furs to bring back.
"Forgiveness," ca the Saalistaja after a mont of silence. "Our females are only interested in nesting once every planetary revolution," he continued with a strained note to his clicks and roars.
I turned to look at Midnight, but he only shrugged his shoulders. "Our females only nest every two planetary revolutions."
I shook my head, not understanding what they were trying to say. "Your females only get one period a year, and yours are only once every two years?!?" I demanded in a voice that was probably louder than it should have been.
The two males paused, cocking their heads to the side as their translators went to work.
"Do not understand... period..." said the Saalistaja.
"Bleeding," I growled. As one of the many won on Earth who suffered from extrely heavy and painful periods, I was definitely feeling like my species got the short end of the stick.
"Yes, our females only get their period once every planetary revolution," nodded the Saalistaja.
Fucking hell.
I saw Midnight about to open his mouth when I held up a hand to stop him. "Not helping," I groaned. I had yet to have a period since I woke up a few months ago, but I knew it was coming. And when it did. It would be a bitch.
"I want this one," I said, pointing to the pure black fur of the dvjed. "That one, too," I continued pointing to a long, coarser fur that was light brown with white at the tips. It wasn’t as soft to the touch, but it was thick enough to offer a good cushion.
I was about to open my mouth to point out the other two that I wanted when a high pitch scream ca from the crowd behind us.
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