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"They're....they're moving!"

Was her delighted and slightly belated retort to the witch's questioning, as she glanced up at her, elated. She wondered if the other thought of pups- she could only guess at her age, but she guessed that they were fairly close in age. Perhaps she was a little young to be a mother, on her very first heat cycle when it had all begun, but it was exciting all the same. At times, she worried she would not be as good a mother as say, Nemesis, older and with more experience than her. 

Worries, plagued her almost constantly, but it was moments like this in which they ceased to exist. But they stilled again, and she moved, up to the witches side and prepared to follow should she lead her back.