[SimonBrownMpreg]

Khell stumbled a bit through the water a bit when Thundermouth nudged him. He made his way to the rock bench and sat down, curling his tail out of the way. "We have no intention of killing anything," he argued with the salamander. "This planet would be our last hope for food and livestock. What makes you think we would waste it by aggressively annihilating the native species? You and all the other animals on this planet are vital to the ecosystem. We'd be fools to come in and hunt you down or turn you into pets. Our plans are to do this properly; introduce our crops slowly into the landscape and go from there. Not that it matters anymore," he said with a sigh and slumped backward. "The bog sank my ship and the people on my planet are too superstitious to come here."

Khell pondered Thundermouth's explanation of the languages, but he still didn't fully understand. "I find it strange that the language of your plants is so close to my native language. I suppose since our planets are in the same galaxy, some similarities in language would arise, but I never expected to share a tongue with flowers." He spread his knees some, granting more room for his belly to settle comfortably. "So, how many 'wombs' have come to this planet before me?"