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Raven nodded, though she didn't say anything more on the subject. All they could do was keep the pups safe and healthy, at least to the best of their ability. They could not prevent illness or accidents completely, though she supposed they were better off in that regard than a typical litter. Although their parents were dead, they had not only two godparents but a medic for a wet nurse, a qualified sitter and several other pack mates around to help keep an eye on things.

"Did you know they can eat pre-chewed meat already?" the Gamma asked, glancing at Eljay's face. "Their little milk teeth have come in." She didn't bother mentioning the havoc it wreaked on her teats. "If you want, you can try feeding them..." she hinted, unsure whether he had anything in his belly to give them. Judging by the scrawny look of him, probably not. "Or I can demonstrate," she offered, since she had just eaten.

Instead of waiting for a response, the she-wolf moved closer to the pups and lowered her head. Several of them crowded around her, nosing and licking at the corners of her mouth. This naturally triggered Raven's regurgitation reflex. Her jaws parted in what looked like a yawn, although it was accompanied by a faint gagging noise and a small wad of pulpy meat. The nearest puppies immediately lost interest in her as she straightened up, instead nibbling at her offering.