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If they get my coat, aye, he responded wryly, chuckling at the thought of Bhediya passing on her genes. As beautiful as she was. . .she deserved the warmth of a southern sun, not the hellish cold. And so did any of her children that took after her. It's fine if we play it by ear. Nobody kens what might change between now and then.

Perhaps everything, everything, except his love. His love, and the children they would create.

Pygmalion smiled warmly at Ibis. I thank ye once more, Archdruid, he said formally, addressing her by her title for once. We'll make ye some fine young wolves for Uaine Gorsedd. And speaking of the good of the pack. . . Up for a hunt? Pyg asked, eyes sparkling.

Fade out here?