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Ash didn't care how many litters Ksura chose to sire or who he spent his time with. He'd been a means to an end. A fleeting speck of ember in darkness. But she did like him as a packamte none the less.

The scent of the fresh kill hit her like a truck. It both made saliva pool and bile churn as well as made her stomach growl. It was nauseating and wanting at the same time. And the powerful urge to attack things surfaced in her chest.

She stared at him for a momwnt and shook her head. Nothing can be done for a bit. I will have to eat small meals, take ginger. But my stomach will settle once the babes are a bit bigger.

She glanced at him. But thank you.