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and she was right. survival was a cruel teacher, and the lesson that she had learnt was that one parent could not provide for a whole litter. both parents needed to have the skills necessary for raising the future generation, and help from a pack would certainly not be declined. 'it takes a village', one could say. and to be told she's on the right track?

thank you, rala smiled. i wish for their health. that is all, no matter what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be, snowwoman could only hope for little snowpups of her own. small, wriggling and writhing, hungry, making their way through the world, just as rala and her siblings did, both her littermates and the ones that came after.

thoughtfully, now, polar-cub spoke: i search for man with confidence. who, eh, exudes masculinity, she said it with a chuckle, but in truth, her father had been a very traditional man. very protective of his children, his wife and his lands. she sought a man who reminded hir of him in that way. good genetics. a dark coat - and scars,

scars... they are very handsome, where i come from, the huntress said such a thing with an almost youthful glow shimmering within her dawn-hued gaze. oh, how she enjoyed the fantasy of it all. but the reality of it was almost daunting. how about you? she asked, then. what qualities do you seek?