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She smiled, taking in his response. A father who cared about his children, who wanted to see them fed through the winter--despite some of their being in another pack. So different from her sire, who had so often left them to starve, going on one adventure or another, choosing the company of fleeting friends over his own blood. He had barely made an appearance at his last children's birth, where the love of his life had died in a puddle of her own blood.

"I--yes," she responded, a little lost for words. "Five others. Once." Her gaze grew distant as she began to think of her family. "One of my littermates lives on, still. . ."

Tsukiko screamed as Ichiro sank his teeth into the third son's throat, ripping his head back and forth to sever the jugular. Miyako could only sit and watch, petrified with horror as two brothers, once thick as thieves, came to blows that ended in death.

She shuddered, coming back to herself. Every once in a while, she relived it all. Luckily for her, those sessions had came when she had been alone. Unluckily for Grayday, he was now witness to her flashback.

"I l-love pups," she stammered, giving him a weak smile. "I love them because they're so innocent. So pure. Not tainted by this. . .this f-fucked up world."