Stone Circle la maldita primavera

Most children were tiny at first, Dulce had learned. Of course, she'd seen a birth or two and thought it safe to assume that the girl before her hadn't. You have to be careful, she said, though it likely went without saying. One of the things that Dulce thought she might like most about a pack was the pups (not her own, to be clear). It must be nice, having new faces and personalities every spring. Maybe.

Alone, she replied with a nod of her head. I only had one pack. I was very little. It had been years since she'd belonged to anyone but herself and Dulce didn't see that changing anytime soon.