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Mireille seemed to enjoy hearing of her travels, which was satisfying, though the light strain that came to her features did not go unnoticed, either. Lilia knew relatively little about the process of carrying children, but assumed that Mirelle'd perhaps felt a puppy kick, or perhaps she had gas. She tried not to get too concerned- Mireille seemed like the sort to know her own limits and pain tolerance. 

"Name the day an' the prey, we'll make it happen," She agreed. Another hunt with Sapphique would be beneficial for both packs- they could take advantage of migrating prey, and use their combined numbers to hunt something that would satisfy both packs, especially considering that both packs would have mothers with young children. She gestured with a kindly lift of her chin. "How 'bout I walk you back to Thapphique?" She said, her concern not forgotten.