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My brain died like halfway through, rip in pepperoni.

At least in her eyes, possible pups weren't solely for her benefit. Or at least she assumed many would want to be involved with their offspring -- their existence seemed to program parents' brains to care, as much as she could tell. Perhaps it was more: Terance had even ended up wanting Arbiter herself as well, but the fallout from that was that Arbiter was keen on staying detached for now. Less pain, more focus on the important part. Her next litter would be better trained than the first.

That's part of what I mean about not knowing you as well. I'm not unreasonable -- if you want to be involved you can be, if you don't, then fine. How do you see things if it was to your ideal? A slight tilt of her head. That would be telling, she thought -- curious negotiations or what-have-you. Though really not too much in the negotiating side of things, given children would be raised one way or another, no weird cults were involved, so it was probably just a few details here and there, Arbiter figured. She'd raised all of one litter, after all.