Gerry in rut humping her brothers leg mindlessly because she can’t breed him, shaking with how badly she needs to,, her brother breathing heavily clearly wanting it too, squirming at the thought, but not initiating,,, Gerry burying her face in jons neck because he smells so so good, radiating soothing and affectionate and so so fond and arousal and wantwantwant,,, gerry thinking about jon curled up clutching his growing stomach squirming so cutely heavy with so many of her beautiful pups, in a warm safe nest so content and happy, just there to get bred over and over again where nothing can hurt them ever again, where all they’ll ever have to do is lose themselves in the sweet warmth again and again