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Vasa now suckled contentedly at her belly and her ministrations to Kite seemed to be having the desired effect. The little one quieted somewhat and looked up at her with blind eyes. The mother grinned, feeling warm affection bloom anew in her chest. "That's my girl," she said softly between gentle strokes of her tongue, licking beneath the tiny chin to clean the little throat. "That's my strong, strong girl." She had no doubt that whatever condition Kite was dealing with, she would find a way to overcome it and become a stronger, more resilient wolf as a result. Towhee certainly had, and if she could raise a deaf wolf with such success, she knew that she could help Kite through the developmental challenges that lay ahead too. "I don't know what this is," she whispered, referencing the shakiness, softly into the little bird's ear despite knowing she probably couldn't hear it. "But you've got this."