Otter Creek It always runs back but it's never quite the same

They don't have to be yours to feel responsible for them, she pointed out. Mahler had proven that; he cared for all of Diaspora's young like they were his even though none were biologically his. From the look on the other woman's face, it was clear that the missing children weighed heavy on her. 

Any irrational jealousy she felt before completely diminished as the image of an injured Mahler flashed into her mind. Well, then it's a good thing you were there to help him. Diaspora owes you for such kindness. She spoke the words into the strange silence that followed the scarred wolf's sudden pause. She waited with concern and interest for whatever the healer had been unable to say at first. And the mention of Kazimir, the one who had died trying to save Mesa, made her heart heavy in her chest. She only hoped her death had not been in vain. 

When she finally spoke again, Taki frowned, reminded again of her own missing sons. And what does he look like? she asked quietly. I can keep an eye out for him as well. She would be searching for her own children anyway, so it was no trouble.