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O-one, she repeated, holding onto that knowledge. It was a buoy in raging seas. Compared to the sacrifice of an entire litter, one child seemed humane. And then Ragna's mind began to work. An entire litter, one child, either was more humane than the sacrifice of a child raised to die. These would be sacrificed at birth, but Ragna had met gods who demanded the sacrifice of more sapient wolves. She knew of children raised to never see the light until the day they died, ripped apart in the name of a wrathful god.

So there was worse sacrifice, but Ragna still feared for the children Eshamun carried. When Eshamun came near, Ragna turned to press her face into the Ekar-aji's shoulder. I fear that I have made the wrong choice, she murmured.