"Hmm, I don't think I've ever met a Khajiit whose name wasn't in Ta'agra before. Other Khajiit could find that strange. Eh, I don't think I'm in a place to criticize, though, since I haven't thought of anything myself. She does sound like someone I would want my cub to be, though. Strong, independent. Of course, a child raised in this pack would probably end up being tougher than either of us. Living off the land, being trained to hunt from an early age. I mean, it's going to have [i]Lorag[/i] for an uncle. If that doesn't build strength, I don't know what will." Ahnasha said, letting out a light chuckle. She leaned back further against the tree and closed her eyes for a moment, letting her head rest lightly on Fendros' shoulder. 

A few moments passed as a thought that concerned Ahnasha crept into her mind. She hadn't wanted to bring it up before, but it had been nagging at her mind. "There is...one thing I was thinking about. I've just been...afraid about something. I mean, I know you are a caring person. You've stuck by me through all of this, you've lent all of your support to me. It's just...or cub, our child, will be Khajiit. He or she could look like me, or it could look much different from either of us. It could grow to be no bigger than a housecat, or half the size of a giant. For a Khajiit, that is normal. It's nothing that I would not expect. But that isn't true for Dunmer, or any other race really. I doubt you ever planned on anything like that. Do you believe you will be able to love our child just the same, even if that happens?" She asked, her eyes fixated on his with a soft and worried expression.