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She began to shake her head, slowly, repeating, "No, no..." in a quiet, breathy hiss. "They can't be dead. They're growing," she mewled plaintively. Her paw slipped from her belly, planting on the shale, and she slumped forward slightly. Tears already began to drip down her muzzle, pooling just below her.

Only dimly did she register Peregrine's question. She turned her head upward, her eyes shimmering, and moaned quietly, "I think my puppies might be dead." Suddenly, Pied remembered herself and added, "I just had a premonition, a kind of vision..." It wasn't that far from the truth, though perhaps more digestible for her pragmatic relative.