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She's a bright kid, Wylla agreed, having been caught unawares more than once by the perspectives her daughter held. Somehow, she'd expected to birth another just like Tiercel, but Phaedra was a sweet thing that Wylla wasn't sure she deserved in her life.

Stag did deserve her, though. If nothing else, Wylla could be proud to have brought some light into the boy's life. She didn't know a lot about his history, but he was awfully sombre for a wolf his age. Borderline melancholy, even. When she was a yearling, she was wild and crass and unfettered. He seemed so serious all the time.

So, she said, putting on a little burst of speed before asking, completely without warning, tell me what your plans in life are.