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he is more than welcome here—strong and capable. she watches him itch, and pads a short distance away, squatting to urinate against a small scrub brush along the fringes of their territory.

does it. . .smell different? her nostrils flare.

more pungent, perhaps. . .

she leaves off thinking too much, knowing she will send herself into a spiral if she tries to connect such mundane matters to the very pertinent question of her pregnancy.

where you come from? Avicus asks, once she's risen and shaken stray droplets from her haunches.