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Redd tilted her head inquiringly, unsure what about the words seemed a surprise.  Was it not clear that her pack held a future?  She did not understand that other packs held different customs from the Rise.  It was all she had ever known and to view the world in any other way would be to go against her very nature.

Your pack has pups.  They are yours and you are here.  They are defended.  Yours to her meant to care for, apparent in the faded scent of a nursing den.  It did not matter if she was their actual mother.  You do what is right to you.  Your pack allows this.  They acted as one, united in the protection and care of that which was most important.

She continued to watch curiously.  She had not misjudged?  Even Avicus had remained somewhat confined, and now, the hunt wife even moreso.  She was Caru and thus chose it, but there were also few alternatives, and those left were tasked with hunting and scouting the borders.  She could not imagine New Snow wandering so far.