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"They’re a rare breed."

That's one way of putting it, Bazi thought, but kept it to herself. She had her suspicions about Jinx, but loathed Lecter outright for his religion. Her opinion had switched from cautious respect in an instant, as soon as the old shaman revealed himself to be rune-worshipping lunatic. It didn't matter what his motivations were - he was crazy, and that was that.

Bazi settled back to listen to Ferdie (who took on a starry-eyed look at the mere mention of babies) and Jace babble about pups and herbs and stars and seasons, meeting the latter's elaboration on his father's philosophy with a slow nod.

Her own childhood had been good but regimented, and pups were under no illusion of what the world was. The exact mechanics involved in the creation of pups had been missed out, but that was less because they valued innocence and more because the pack had been very distracted at around the age when such topics would be raised. "Sounds like dream," she told Jace, unsure how to comment. "Maybe we can gather some essentials together, you and I. Or you can give me orders for plants before I go on a scouting mission."