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Wildfire rn:

She huffed a laugh, eyes glowing, at the commander's remark. Wildfire's attention then returned to the pups. Little Freyja was squirming merrily near her foreleg, perhaps excited by the new smell in the den. Very gently, the yearling maneuvered her leg to hook around the infant's small, fuzzy body and tugged her closer, toward her chest. When she was properly positioned, the Sjötta lowered her snout and gently snuffled at the velveteen patch between those floppy little ears. She then gave the tiny babe's brow a little lick, somewhat out of natural affection but also to see how she might react to the new stimulus.