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she noticed the trouble Ocracoke had in wrangling her child--naturally, she would. Tahani stayed close, just in case Currituck were to stray too far, sitting down and putting her paws in front of her, like a lounging cat. the woman's question took her aback. she'd not even thought about her own scent; it had only been natural to stay with Shivali.

"no," she said, shaking her head, a hint of somehing almost like sadness coloring that one syllable. "my sister, Shivali, has children. three." she smiled as she thought of the young northerners--and northerners they were, despite being born so far south. the polar blood coursed through their veins: even Tunerk's, with her coat of brown rather than ivory. they were perfect, all of them.