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Even as Eske tried to come up with some descriptor for the pups and said, "er... small," Wildfire helpfully supplied, "Boring?" She broke into a (decidedly snotty) laugh. "Yes, small and boring," she agreed with a sniffle. "There's not much to them yet, though one day they'll be mighty Drakru. It's hard to believe right now, though, isn't it?"

The Feisripa drew in one of those deeply cleansing, settling sorts of breaths and exhaled, knowing somehow that the waterworks were over, for now. She shot Eske a watery smile and said, "I'm sure both Heda and I would be honored if one or more of them trained beneath you someday, if that sounds like something you'd like to do."