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lusca had not halted caiaphas' attempt to purloin the pup from her flank, and emboldened caiaphas had claimed little wylla as her own. in many ways it infuriated the salt queen that she, wishing for her own brood to care for, was incapable of the task -- while a wolf like lusca who disparaged the task was blessed with three mewling pups to care for. these thoughts festered in the silent queen's mind as she inspected the darkborn pup, wishing furiously they were of her own blood. it was that day that she swore the trio would never know lusca as their true kin; with soft laps of her tongue she caressed the child as it arched against her. perhaps now her scent and touch would be foreign, but caiaphas would see to it that they grew to love her -- or else.