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Time seemed to move in slow motion as the Patriarch caught up and corraled her. He circled her gently, eyes never leaving her as she whispered to him gently. He couldn't get enough of it—he wanted to hear that voice of hers forever. And as she closed in to him with a question he nuzzled her side with his snout. "A thousand more. For you? A thousand." He chuckled.

Greyback couldn't help but feel a tad guilty for what had become of their last litter. Clay. Newt. He almost wanted a restart, a redo button if the gods allowed him. One more time to make things right and prove that he was a good father and the best provider. One more. "Relax," he murmured as she spread below him. He would round behind her then, nipping at her hip for one more final measure of pay-back before hoisting his front end up to mount her; The fire in his gut raging wildly as he became entangled with her.

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