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To find where the Freshwater man lived wouldn't be too difficult of a task- not when he'd hinted at his location, as though trying to lure her there regardless. She didn't think it would be a good idea to approach his boundaries, anyway- not when one of their members had been twice set upon by the wolves of Sapphique. Perhaps distance and boundaries would indeed be best. And when her time came the next Spring, she would go far from that land, to avoid ever crossing his path again. 

The amount of puppies they might have in their pack was of little consequence to Chacal who valued the continuation of their bloodline above the work it would take to support that many children. The more children they had, the more they would have to help with future litters, and so on and so forth. Some would wander with the waves, and some...Some, she knew, might not survive to adulthood. But the more children that the two matriarchs had, the more secure the pack's destiny became. 

"Children, more children- an' grandchildren someday," She said dreamily. "Many we will have, so some shall stay."