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She made no comment to his first opinion. To his second, she tilted her head, her teeth receding behind her lips once more. "Wouldn’t you like to know," she replied. Of course, her masters had picked up on it. She'd been more lethargic than usual, and her stomach had been all kinds of wonky. She was nauseous more than not, and she knew the signs only pointed one way. The thing was, she couldn't be sure if they were the coyote's children or Lavakho's. There was no way to pinpoint the father, considering they'd both taken her in the same week. Only when they were born would Tomahawk know if she'd have any gifts for Rakaharo. Or any children than would be slaughtered.