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Concern flickered through her when Artaax disgorged his first meal, though maternal instincts took command. She cleaned him and bundled him closer to herself and the other pups. It's normal, she told herself, and there'll be many more where that came from. Her lips twitched into a smile, which deepened at her mate's words.

"I'm proud of us, our little family," she replied softly, gazing up at Thuringwethil and then back down at the brood. "Antler, Artaax, Vixen, Phoenix and Robin," she added, finding the final name more than suitable. It fit in with all her family's themes, to boot.

She was starting to feel exhausted, if still overjoyed. She didn't think she could sleep any time soon. Once more, her chestnut gaze lifted to the commander's face. They had arrived. They now had names. Life was only just beginning. And Wildfire finally had everything she'd ever wanted—everything she could ever ask for.