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Seal questioned him, and he supposed it was fair. He kept his response calm, smooth. Tousaint had taught him well.

She had her litter with me thinking it would get her on my maman's good side. It was technically true, after all. It was what he had used to convince her. But maman had a daughter too, and she did not make Julienne her heir. I would not help her change this, so she left.

Had he been a more intriguing storyteller, maybe he would have made her out to be a raging beast. That was how he planned to describe her to Julienne as she grew, anyways. Julienne is weaned enough, she can eat chewed meat. I will raise my daughter just fine. Though it did feel strange, he had to admit. The mother pack had never seen a child raised without a mother of it's own; women were the centre of Montagne life, and therefore crucial in the lives of their children. He did not quite have the same feminine touch.

He could only hope that maman would take pity.