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Olive loved that Cortez was as excited for this litter as she was. It reminded her, yet again, that there were forces in this world that wished to see her success and celebrate in her happiness; for something fortunate that happened to her also happened to all those around her. The opposite of this was also true, she shared in the good fortune of all those nearby, so she laughed as he partook in his meal, saving the choicest pieces for she and the babes. He was always like that, thinking of others before himself. 

The druid chuckled to herself as he spoke in extremes, like the storyteller that he was. “Oh brother, don’t say such things! An angel such as you will never know hell.” she squealed, knowing that he was jesting but unable to stop herself. “I feel very much the same, though.”  she admitted wistfully, progressively lowering herself onto her elbows and then her belly, shifting to the side to accommodate the babes within her. Then, she mused.

“Do you remember that time when you and Calder were cornered by that fox when we were young? Oh, father was livid!”