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Dagfinn had been pacing anxiously nearby, his nerves frayed by the endless sounds of pain and worry from the King Sequoia. It went against everything he was to not come to Lotte's aide, but instinct and propriety bid him to wait for someone to call him before venturing close to the woman's sacred den.

And she was a woman, now. She was not just his sister, not just his twin. She was a wife and a mother, now. And, although Dag was terribly proud of her, he was also very sorry to have to give her this space, step aside so that Arturo might stand where he had once stood. He knew that Lotte would always love him the same, but they would no longer be a duo. He would have to share her, now.

But eventually, she remembered him - as she always would - and Dagfinn padded forward with all the excitement of a new father.

... until he reached the den, and realized he was not too fond of puppies in their smallest incarnation.

"Good job, lumi pusku," he murmured, chosing to remain on the outskirts of the new little family, beside the red woman he did not know by name. "You made more little snow-bears. Which one is named after me?"