"Is there no way for you beastmen to relieve yourselves when you reach your rut? Any medicine or something?" Rowan looked at the violent ripples and bubbles churning on the surface of the lake, able to guess how uncomfortable Owen was right now.
"You having cubs with him would finish it, a quick and clean solution. Hurry up and call him up; cold water won't help." Julian spoke a bit crudely and bluntly, but the biological logic of beastmen was just like that.
Rowan's face darkened, and he kicked Julian in the butt: "Speak seriously! I am not his mate, how can I bear children? There must be something else that can alleviate it, right?"
