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Bazi asked her a question she couldn't give a good response to, and she shook her head. "Sorry," Paar said with a sympathetic smile, "wolves deal with change and pain and everything that comes in that sort of package in a different way, so it's impossible to say what one particular girl's pregnancy will be like."

The bi-coloured wolfess leaned close to the river's edge, her copper eyes scanning her leader's reflection. Bazi might think herself unattractive or plain as she frowned down at herself, but to Paar, everyone was beautiful in some way or another. "Are you considering motherhood, Bazi?" Paar smiled encouragingly; she did not yet have a mate of her own, but rearing a litter of her own was something she herself desired.