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"They grow faster than you think." barked Aariak laughing. Iqniq would find that three months was nothing when it came to puppies growing. They gain weight by day and grow centimeters by week, and before he noticed he would have four uncontrollable hulligans running around and causing trouble. There wouldn't be many 'quick trips' then. "But yeah, you should enjoy your time with them while you can."

The brood was lucky to have such attentive and loving parents. It was clear in Iqniq's eyes how desperate he was to know his children, to teach them what he knew about the world. And Tonravik would be an exellent mother, protective and fierce. Just the example every Tartok wolf should have since birth. That too, was Aariak's own job.

"The two of you combined won't be able to keep them still for more than a second soon enough," the caretaker revealed. But luckily they had him, who was more than happy to help them tame the little monsters.