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Pura didn't understand the smile - he was relaying information, not trying to be funny, but a smile was better than a sneer. When the older wolf settled, so did Pura, mimicking his posture almost exactly.

"She told me how you made them," he replied without so much as a hint of humour. "And she told me that you can't do that with your sister, or boys." Although that had been a long time ago now, and Pura could not remember any specifics about who you were supposed to procreate with. The youth's ears curved forward slightly - a subtle signal that something had sparked his curiosity. "How did you pick her?" he asked, staring intently at the wolf in front of him.