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Irene raised an eyebrow at the snowwoman’s honesty, her emerald eyes flashing with amusement. A husband, huh? she echoed, her voice rich with dry humor. Now there’s something I didn’t expect to hear today. Most wolves come around looking for food or territory, but you? You’re scouting for eligible bachelors.

She huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Can’t say I blame you for having high standards, though. Survival’s a cruel teacher. This was no foreign concept to her. After all, she was the product of such ways, her genes carefully crafted and yet, she never knew her own parents. But this harsh determination made her previous pack void of humor, peehaps why she had built such an ego to combat the mundaneness of it all. Her gaze softened for a moment, her usual sharpness giving way to something more thoughtful. If you’re thinking about your pups before they’re even born, then I’d say you’re already on the right track.

She took a step back, tail flicking behind her as she tried to not dwell on her own past. Still, she added with a smirk, I can’t help but wonder what exactly it takes to impress you. If you’re unimpressed by the ones who’ve tried so far, they must’ve been a real sorry lot.