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Finley stared at Towhee as the girl signed hre a simple just wondering in response to her query. She should've felt settled after the answer, but she didn't. Maybe a little. Mostly not.

If anything, the question had shown Fin that there was no avoiding this conversation. I mean, it really didn't suggest that fact at all. Except that the alpha's head was completely stuck on it and she had to do something lest her brain fall into that particular  gap in their communication. She sucked in a breath before letting it out in a defeated but determined huff. "Teehee," she said in a comical but formal introduction to the next conversation, "I wasn't entirely honest with you just now... That scent. It wasn't nothing."

Fin paused to look at her goddaughter, wondering how she would take the news of her heinous lies. "At least once a year - sometimes more, female wolves will go into heat. It's a time when we become capable of getting pregnant. With puppies."

She paused again. It was incredibly important that Towhee understand that female wolves get pregnant with puppies. Or so her commentary had mistakenly alluded.