Duck Lake on such a breathless night as this

He shook his head; he'd never heard of them, but he could bet they were a pleasant bunch of she was a part of them. They must have split off like how Rannoch and Liffey had. That was a normal thing, then, branching off?

I don't. Just sickness and hurts. He frowned, thinking back. No, he'd never really been around a pregnancy before, and when he had he'd been far too young to learn anything from it. Packs he'd joined had tended to make him move on when mating season rolled around, and the ones here he'd not paid much attention pre-puppes. I want to learn. But no one knows. His look grew a little worried, but then calmed. He'd find someone before anyone's time came in the hollow, and learn what they knew. Maybe that Tarot who Treason had spoken of?