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she nods at his request, motioning in the direction of the copse she'd moved the children to recently. she can't bear to sleep in a den if it isn't required, and she thinks them old enough now, anyways. "walk with me, then?" she offers, adding a moment later, "how long have you been part of Swiftcurrent?" he'd helped her soon after the birth of her young, and yet she only knew his name. she'd grown sick of the distance she'd held herself from the rest of the pack during and after her pregnancy, and sought to rectify that now.