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Maybe because of her recent conversation with Glaukos, Maxim’s answer actually caught her by surprise. She let out another laugh at his “cute” remark, instantly regretting it when the pain jolted her.

Before Towhee could tell him all about what children were really like, Aquene responded to him. The Praefectus turned her eyes to the healer’s lips, following along. Her opinions caused Towhee’s brow to furrow thoughtfully. They were valid concerns, to be sure.

Ayuh, Towhee grunted, Germ—the Imperator and I were talking about logistics just the other day. When I was a leader, I only permitted two or three litters per year ‘cause I didn’t want to risk straining our resources. You never know how big a litter’s gonna be, either… I had one the year before last, then four last year… Six, actually, but she never talked about them.

Towhee sported a thousand yard stare for a few beats before blinking and looking at Maxim. With so many couples, there’s always the possibility of sister outposts. Germanicus didn’t think a romantic pairing should found such a thing, but Towhee made no mention of that. More packs means more room for pups and whatnot, she finished with a shrug.

It seemed Aquene had done everything she could for Towhee’s wound. The Redhawk did not look forward to the trip back to her den, though she desperately needed the rest if the painkillers would allow it. Slowly, she began to push upright, making sure to keep her weight off the injured leg.

Thank you, Aquene. I’m gonna go see about a nap, she told her two comrades, sounding particularly weary.