Felines in heat

They hadn't gone a long distance, yet, despite that, Eko felt exhausted. The half-elf rested his palms against his knees as he tried to get his breathing under control. His body felt warm – not all of it from the brisk pace. At least he had managed to get his erection under control, though the underwear was still noticeably tighter than before. Glancing at Shea, the half-elf saw her calling out to someone further along the wooded path.

Compared to the open boulevards of the main park, the ancient trees with vast crowns that threw the ground and undergrowth in a thick layer of shadows could've been in an entirely different continent. You only noticed the exhibitions and pens separated from the path with glass when you came right up to them, an entirely natural illusion. Had been pretty empty inside of them though, Eko thought and idly wondered why.

The human woman, clad in an apron and yet another kind of skimpy uniform, joined them after a few moments. She carried a pair of buckets filled with milk and a basket squirreled away underneath one of her arms. Straightening himself, Eko hurridly thew out his hand to greet her. Then blushed deeply as he heard the pair of women chuckle and withdrew it. Chiding himself silently. "E-Eko, pleased to meet you, ma'am. I am a new hire here." Blurting out his introduction, trying to get it over with without stumbling over his words while still being polite.

"Isabelle. You're not quite what I had expected." Eko didn't know how to feel about her words yet, so his emotions hung in limbo before she continued. "But, it's a pleasure, Eko. I know you'll be a great help." His chest swelled a little at hearing her words, nodding his agreement. He'd certainly try to do his best. The half-elf's beaming expression managed to fluster the older woman.

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves." Shea coughed in her hand, turning both of their attention on her. Had she been pouting? The half-elf couldn't be sure, but it had looked like it. "Can you tell us a little about what you're doing? Starting with the buckets."

"Certainly, overseer. They're filled with milk from the cow-girls we keep in the barnyard. You're a little too scrawny to be carrying them around, but these are what forms the staple diet of most of our monmusu. We also use it for cooking and baking. There's some lovely sweet brea-"

"And the empty pens?" The alarune unwilling to let the woman finish quickly interjected with a new question.

"Sure." Isabelle gave a wink to an oblivious Eko who had been attentively listening and started wish he had some quill and paper so he could write everything down. Her comment about his physical strength had stung, even so, the half-elf couldn't argue against it. "The feline monmusu we keep here are going into their seasonal heat, so we're keeping them separate and only letting them out one or two at a time. They need constant relief to stay calm, so once they've had breakfast we're getting right on that."

"Think you're up to help, Eko? We can start out small and let you handle one of them as an introduction, while the two of us take care of the rest."

"Absolutely." Eko eagerly agreed, his pointed ears twitching happily at being offered a chance for hands-on experience. This would be the first monmusu he would meet in person. What kind of person would they be?