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Bridget's ears pricked when she heard a small noise that was unmistakeable. She knew that a lot of things had happened, and that life had moved on, but she didn't realize Teya had had children. Her shock at that rooted her for a second, but she let it slide off. She absolutely needed to be filled in on how that had happened, but first... fuck.

This was stupid. I'm coming in, okay? She didn't wait for a confirmation. Teya sounded off, but she didn't sound upset or angry, and that alone gave Bridget all the permission she needed.

It was slightly awkward but she managed it. There wasn't a lot she could do to hide her gait, but she didn't have a whisper of self-consciousness as soon as she peered through the shadows and saw Teya. Instead her chest clenched. She didn't even stop to look at the puppy lying next to her. God. Teya...

She looked awful. Bridget knew that look well enough; she'd seen it a dozen different times on a dozen different wolves. She didn't know why or what Teya was struggling with, but something was wrong about her. Her voice, her coat, her expression.

She started to make her way carefully around, slowly. If her friend didn't stop her, she'd settle next to her to pull her in for a hug. And if she did stop her, she'd have to have a pretty convincing reason as to why she didn't need this. It looked to Bridget like she desperately did.