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She’d scented the creek wolves and kept her distance, for once honoring Gunnar’s wishes for her to play the role of welcoming diplomatic host- which is to say, she could do little more than lounge belly up and so couldn’t very well stick her nose into much of anything.

But that didn’t stop the creek’s visitors from nosing about themselves. Someone’s wolfling was running rampant and hadn’t yet noticed the pregnant girl sunning herself there.

”Snorting anything good, kid? I could use something for my back.”

Only a joke… unless?