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Exhausted from his ordeal, the sable youth drifted into slumber. Durnehviir frowned down solemnly at the tiny cub nestled in her arms, and exhaled a breath as she lifted her muzzle in search of Constantine's fiery gaze. He spoke at once of seeking the child's pack, to which she bobbed her crown.

"Yes," she agreed, "but first, let him rest." The dragoness gently reached out for the boy, gripping him between her jaws as she carefully gathered to her paws. Making to exchange a glance with Akavir who continued to look on with concern, Durnehviir padded toward their family's den to settle her newest charge.