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Hormones were whack. Ever since Bobby had left for Trigeda with Ajatar, Wildfire had been crying at the drop of a hat. Think of how much she already missed her son? Weeping. But it wasn't only inherently sad things that set her off either. If one of the pups made a cute noise or did something otherwise endearing? Sobbing. Even the most neutral observation of all time—like noticing the distinct white patches growing in on Bat's forelegs just now—left Wildfire a blubbering mess.

Afraid that her shaking and waterworks would disturb the peacefully sleeping brood, the Feisripa gently extracted herself from the den and stepped outside. She gulped in several deep breaths but she just couldn't control it. It would stop as randomly as it had started. In the meantime, she plopped down beside the log, leaning against the rough wood, and looked around for a leaf to use to blow her nose.

@Tirgatao? :)