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Bazi grunted her relief when the itch was dispatched, kissing her mate on the nose with a flick of her tongue when he withdrew. She followed him at a waddle, aware that he was making an effort to move slowly and appreciating him all the more for it. Scimitar was a good wolf, and although she would soon be shouting and screaming at him for 'inflicing these titan babies' upon her, she was proud to be carrying them.


They didn't have to walk far - mostly because Bazi was growing weary of walking, and her willingness to settle for something half-decent increased in parallel with the ache in her back and paws. A little ways up the slope, within listening distance of the Bitcurrent, was a partially uprooted treet. It was old and dying, propped up by outcroppings of mountain that kept it from falling flat. Its partial fall had created a gaping mouth into the earth that, when Bazi peered into it, looked like a perfect place to excavate further. She barked for Scimitar's attention and settled onto her haunches with a sigh. This one, said her smiling face. This is the one I want.