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Bazi continued, this time her tone hinting at teasing rather than seriousness, and it was with a groan of discomfort that Paarthurnax shifted her awkwardly large form into more comfortable position. She lifted her head and peered over a russet shoulder at the young wolfess, who despite the brightness in her stormy eyes was still so frail. "No!" Paar laughed, not at all phased by her friend's teasing, for it was lovely to experience Bazi's childish humour again. "Soon I'll start producing milk, you know, in preparation. It can be uncomfortable for a lot of she-wolves."

She rolled her shoulder then, and hiked herself up to rest on her belly once more. The pups within seemed to protest, and Paarhurnax felt a swift kick to her bladder which made her cringe with a soft "ow."