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Yes, she felt safe enough admitting, considering Asivaq was in a similar enough situation, although we hope to have a litter too, later this season.

Her marigold gaze dropped to the woman’s distended flanks for a moment. She couldn’t help but wonder if New Snow was at the same point in her pregnancy. Masque swallowed a lump of guilt and sadness at the thought.

The birth must be close, she observed. You should probably be resting in your den, not bothering with nosey neighbors, she added in a good-natured voice. I will leave you to your family. Thank you for taking the time to meet me.

She almost mentioned bringing the woman some food, though she held her tongue. Masque might do that, if she could carve out the time for such an endeavor. It was best not to make promises she wasn’t sure she could keep.

Take care, Asivaq, were her parting words as she swiveled on a heel, trotting in a northerly direction with Asivaq’s words about another pack in mind.