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his little voice lilted, and as she had hoped, the pressure lifted from her chest. she chuffed at him; the rest of the pack used enough words with seff that his attempts at language would not be stilted, and thus relieved vuk of the ignominy of her own broken speech. the girl grinned, lowering to her son's level, rump in the air, before leaping to one side and lashing her plume. 

a run would do them both well, stretch their legs against the barren ground and she would see if her son would have her speed one day or the muscularity of his father.