Looking at this rare scene of an abundance of females compared to males, Irina couldn’t help but think of Molly, who was desperate for a mate.

This lass was indeed unlucky! During this one year where she just came of age, the young males were deployed outside every so often.

Irina found Molly next to the waterhole. She squatted next to her and asked her softly, “Molly, it’s been a day since you ate the horned melons. Did you go into heat?”

Molly removed the bag of horned melons hanging from her waist and toyed with it. “No.”

Irina, who had been secretly dying to try them, commented, “Perhaps it...