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Fox didn't back down even when Dove recoiled. She wanted to make it very clear that nobody would be treating anybody like shit just because of somebody else's stupid mistake. ("Oops! I mistakenly had sex with a wolf who wasn't my mate!" said nobody ever.) “Just treat her as you would any other pack-mate,” Fox said, an edge still lingering on her voice. Really, why was there any reason to treat her like anything else? As far as Dove was concerned, Magpie really was just another pack-mate, especially if she had no intentions of acknowledging their blood relation.

“We weren’t taught to kill adults,” she reminded Dove, “Only pups that were unwisely brought into the world.” To some, that might seem even more cruel, but to Fox, it was instinct. “Dad should have taken care of Magpie and her siblings immediately after they were born. He lost his chance to keep his mistake a secret.” Of course, Fox did not plan on admitting her opinion on this to Magpie. Her half-sister had been appalled that anybody would want to end the life of a child.

She hadn't exactly answered the question in a direct manner, but she had answered truthfully.