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Tuwawi could not lie; she was honestly taken aback when the decrepit fox addressed her so casually. She was a gaunt creature — mostly skin and bones — with one large eye shrouded by milky white. Feebly she smiled, revealed a nearly toothless mouth. 'Have you someone to care for you?' the old wretch asked... her words freakishly knowing, though Tuwawi didn't directly connect the question with her own pregnancy at first. She snorted, half-disdain to be conversing with a rival fox so nonchalantly (however ancient it appeared).

"My pack cares for me. My mate cares for me," Tuwawi said wondering why she had even bothered to reply to such an antique, "why is it any business of yours?" The distrust which laced her tone was evident; defensive to a point which suggested a particular unease in her statement, though it was done so unconsciously. Tuwawi then approached the unmoving woman, coming so close as to nearly hover above the practically taxidermied fox.