Shylie was happy...she felt as if a huge burden was suddenly lifted from her shoulders. That night she spent with Nomil was memorable. While they laid on the ground talking and cuddling, Shylie talked about how two humans came to their den recently and were actually accepted. Shylie talked about how one of the humans, a young boy with one arm, was able to form the Ritual of Brotherhood with her cousin. Nomil shook with amazement...to think that there would be a day when a demonic beast and a human could form a brotherhood bond between themselves. After a night of talking, they gradually fell asleep in each other's arms.

After a good night of sleep, Shylie and Nomil woke up - still wrapped in each other's arms - to the caresses of the morning air. Nomil had to head back home but Shylie was reluctant. Nomil smiled at Shylie and promised her that he will be back tomorrow. As Nomil left, Shylie decided that she too should head back home...just in case someone wondered about her absence...which, as usual, did not occur. Her mother and her siblings did not even know she had stayed out the whole night. The day went by slowly and Shylie couldn't wait to meet with Nomil again tomorrow. She had already missed him so much.

The day went by and tomorrow came. Shylie quickly rushed to their regular meeting spot and waited for Nomil...and waited...and waited. Something tingled in her gut...this feeling...did something happen to Nomil? She shook her head and shrugged it off. She was just too worried. There shouldn't be any problems...after all, didn't Nomil say his father had approved of their relationship? Maybe he's just late or something was holding him up. Shylie sat there waiting for Nomil. She waited and waited but still no sign of her beloved. The day went by and night came. Shylie still waited outside, shivering in the cold night breeze. After a while, Shylie reluctantly got up and headed home...it seemed that Nomil won't be coming today.

The next day, Shylie went to the same spot again and continued to wait. A strange feeling suddenly emerged from her womb...this feeling...she...she was pregnant! A bright smile appeared on her face...she was pregnant with her beloved's child!...but, that smile disappeared quickly. How will she tell this to her mother? How will she hide this from the Matriarch? Should she keep it and risk everything? Or should she abort it? No, she must wait for Nomil and they will make the decision together. She waited for Nomil and another day passed. Day after day went by until finally a week had passed. Shylie was just about to give up on waiting when the bushes in front of her rustled. She got up in a defensive position...who could this be? Could it be an enemy? Or Nomil? Shylie tensed up as a figure emerged from the bushes, but she immediately relaxed thereafter. Nomil walked out of the bushes and smiled at Shylie. He opened up his arms and Shylie rushed into his embrace.

"What happened? Didn't we agree to meet last week?" Shylie asked worriedly as she snuggled in Nomil's embrace. "Y-you smell different...more aggressive!"

"Ah...you don't know? We, the Sharpfangs, broke off our alliance with the Fiery Boarheads recently. Those bastards attacked one of us. We've had quite a few skirmishes with them."

"Strange...even so...didn't you say you do not like conflict...even with your enemies? What made you change?"

"That...I-I did. But, the Sharpfang that was killed was my nanny who took great care of me. You remember Nanny Mishia right?"

"Ah...I see. You did mention a nanny that raised you when you were young."

"Come. Enough talking. I miss you dearly." Nomil said as he kissed Shylie fiercely, pulling her towards him to the ground. They struggled passionately for a long time.

Shylie and Nomil would continue this activity with each other once every two days. Shylie felt that Nomil was more vigorous...more aggressive than usual...but that didn't feel bad either. One night, after a rough hot exercise, Nomil quickly got up and turned to leave. He did not stay and cuddle like he had previously. Shylie asked what was wrong and he replied that the Fiery Boarheads and the Sharpfangs had declared war against each other last week and that he will be participating in the upcoming battle.

"Do you have to fight?" Shylie asked Nomil anxiously.

"I have to. Those Fiery Boarheads kept denying their involvement with the killing of my nanny. It's laughable that they even blame us for attacking first. There's no more time. I must leave now. My group leaves for battle at dawn."

"Wait! I-I have something to tell you." Shylie exclaimed. She had heard from her mother that the ones who actually killed Nomil's nanny and caused the misunderstanding between the Fiery Boarheads and the Sharpfangs were the humans who were accepted to live with them. She didn't want to give this secret away as it would endanger the humans who she had just recently befriended...especially the young girl Julia. The girl's temperament was similar her own. But...Shylie didn't want to lose Nomil either...after all, he was the love of her life...the father of her unborn child.

"What is it?"

"The Fiery Boarheads did not kill your nanny. I know who did."

"Who?" Nomil replied, his eyes narrowed.

"It was the humans who recently started living with us. I've told you about them before."

"Humans?"

"Yea. Aldred and Julia. I've told you about them, don't you remember?"

"Ah...yes, I do. Where did you get this information from? Is it reliable?"

"I heard it directly from my mother when I overheard her rant about how the Matriarch treated them kindly."

"This...why are you telling me this?"

"B-because I don't want to lose you."

"Don't you know...that by telling me this, the Razortails will be in trouble as well?"

"T-that...I didn't think about that. Please Nomil...at least don't do anything to the Razortails They did not kill your nanny...it...it was all the humans' fault."

"Don't worry. I'll try to convince father."

"T-thank you."

Nomil smirked, "Haha, I need to thank you dear. With this info, I won't have to fight anymore. I'll be sure to visit you when the war ends."

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Back to the present....

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"Catch her!" The Matriarch roared.

A number of Razortail guards rushed towards Shylie, blocking her path. As they closed in on her, Shylie spat out an acid attack. As the guards scrambled to avoid the spray path of the acid, Shylie swiftly slipped through the gap.

"Useless idiots! After her!" Sherul growled at the useless guards.

Shylie rushed out of the den and dashed towards the clearing where Nomil promised to meet her. Aldred, Julia, and the rest of the Razortails who attended the meeting closely followed after her.

Shylie saw Nomil with a group of Sharpfangs and Fiery Boarheads in the distance and called out to him. Nomil turned and their eyes met. He smiled and opened his arms. Shylie fell into Nomil's arms and they stayed like that for a while. When they parted, Nomil still held Shylie tightly. Shylie looked at Nomil...his reassuring eyes...his smile...his....

*CRUNCH!!!*