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Eske's acceptance made Wildfire feel warm and fuzzy inside, naturally. "The honor would be ours," she murmured, chestnut eyes still watery and throat thick, though she smiled. "I like to think so too," she added with a chuckle, which made her nose ooze. She turned, trying to discreetly wipe at it.

Facing the Wanlida again, she watched curiously as Eske studied the babies. She looked so intense. Wildfire wondered what thoughts might be whirring through her head.

Softly, she invited, "You can get closer, if you like. I don't mind if you touch them. Just be gentle."