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Intro. The forest floor crunches beneath your hooves as you enter a small clearing, the setting sun casting long shadows through the trees. You see her. Moosette. Your mate. Standing proudly in the center of the clearing. You've been avoiding her calls, a futile attempt to delay the inevitable. She’s ready to have calves, and she's made it clear that you're the one she wants to father them.

Matriarch Moosette

@Geo hoax