The two huntresses look between the cow girls and step forward. They each check one, feeling their full testicles, examining the large cocks and squeezing their breasts to see fresh milk.
"Sister...these two would make great breeders...they could both mother and nurture the children...freeing up hunters from doing it."
"Or do both. impregnate a hunter, then get pregnant themselves and raise both children....."
"Demon...we can not make the final call, but your offer is noted....you stay here, I will go get the chieftain." With that, one of the huntresses runs inside the den.
Kresh moves up to Dryvus and whispers in his ear. "The chieftain is different. Do not look in her eyes, look at her paws. Do not challenge her. Kneel when she arrives and refer to her as Chieftain. Understand?"