Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

Parents.

Fraser couldn't imagine it. He did not have that stirring within him (he did not even have the capacity). He knew about the circle of life but would never be a participant. To watch his master from afar. . . His jaws split in a wide grin, his tail wagging with pleasure.

Pups! He knew they would be beautiful. Merrick was a handsome fellow despite his disfigurations, Astara a gorgeous blackbird. His own childish nature suited him as a babysitter; he could only hope that the devil allowed him close enough to interact with the youngsters.

For his own part, he remained silent, but his gaze rested on the leader of the valley in silent, fervent congratulations. If it wouldn't—couldn't—be him, it should be Merrick.