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praimfaya explained why she had mentioned laurel, and mahler gave a nod as he mulled it over. there was already the potential of two litters in rivenwood. a third would strain the hunters further. but his pack now was not so small as it had been within the bracken forest — his, mahler silently amended, changing it to theirs — and the careful woman had been intending all the while to have young of her own. "laurel told me of her intentions vhen she first joined," he mused. "i think it is a good decision."
because praimfaya and sequoia had gone out at similar times, mahler expected that any children born would arrive more closely. if theirs came in late spring, and laurel's in the summertime, this would give a pause between births. but he was planning far too firmly for an event that chose its own time to show. 
too pragmatic. mahler returned his attention to the younger graf, hiding a knowing smile as she asked her question. "it is almost alvays sickness first," he told her gently. "the senses become sharper. food enjoyed before is now no longer vanted. often she can smell everything a hundredfold more. also she may vish to eat different things, crave them. the bladder fills far more easily," he added with an amused curve to his mouth, "and all she vants to do is sleep."
mahler wondered which of these applied to praimfaya.