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Colt changed the subject, and Raven gladly let it go. It was a complicated and really rather unpleasant topic, and she preferred to spend time talking about more enjoyable things -- like puppies! "Yeah...sort of," she responded to his question. "I've never had pups of my own before, but I've raised a litter from birth. My mom died having my youngest brothers and sisters -- Towhee's litter, in fact -- and Finley and I raised them together." Those had been some crazy days and while she had enjoyed them a great deal, she remembered how glad she'd been when the youngsters had finally gotten old enough to be less dependent on her. And here she was about to do it all over again!

"What about you?" she asked, glancing at Colt's face. He was rather roguishly handsome and she was surprised he didn't have a mate. She could see subtle hints of resemblance to Finley in the cut of his face and the lay of his markings. "Do you have any sons or daughters?"