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Stryx watched them both, eyeing the puppies warily when she noticed them next. One by one the women shared the plan. It would be healthier if they could keep Raleska away from any strenuous work, she thought—so then Stryx moved closer to the new mother and placed the bundle before her.

If you carry these, we'll share the... children, she drew her gaze to the two bundles, settled like lumps of clay upon the grotto floor. You can lead us and set the pace.

It made sense to Stryx, so without waiting for the affirmative, she moseyed over to the lumps. Sugar was poised before the one she'd been holding before, leaving one of the others for Stryx — but the physician looked a little green herself, now. Unsettled more-so by the presence of these tiny breakable creatures than she ever was during Raleska's bloody struggle.