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If her reaction was any indication, Finley was rather taken with the offer. Despite the solemn atmosphere between them, Wildfire couldn't help but giggle as her godmother suddenly attacked her with affection. In return, the puppy nibbled at the Beta female's chin. Her black, whip-like tail thumped on the ground, her shining amber eyes taking in her aunt's genuine smile. Had she put that there? Wildfire hoped so.

In the midst of their snuggle-scuffle, Wildfire noticed Finley's slightly bulging middle again. "Mama said you have babies in there," the puppy said innocently, lifting a red paw and pressing it gently against her aunt's baby bump. "How many babies?" she wondered aloud, eyes wide and wondering as she looked to Finley's face. It was just the first of likely many questions about pregnancy, a topic which would intrigue any youngster, but especially a Naturalist.