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Raman says he doesn’t like cold weather. That makes sense for one from somewhere north of Bombay, but she’ll worry about it later, like when autumn beckons.
For now, it’s just the two of them, for however long it lasts. She flicks her tail lazily across his face, and he responds by growling and moving around toward her rear. The noises he makes and the smells he sheds tell her clearly how enthusiastic a response is in the offing. Tikki is more than willing to cooperate. She supposes this is what her mother meant in saying, “When your season comes, you’ll know it.” It’s a time for changes. And other things…
Raman soon has her growling with excitement.
Roaring, even.
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