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As Indra mentioned the pups, Laurel's gaze drifted towards them as she considered what her sister was saying. She supposed it was as she had thought, then -- that Indra considered them as her own. And then, Laurel would do so, too, for any pups of Indra's were Laurel's too. "You're right," she said, even if she didn't have the deep feeling world that Indra did. As a matter of fact, Laurel would've gladly tossed them in the river if Indra didn't care for them, or treated them horribly and denying them all the things she gave her own pups. It was only because they were part of the family now that Laurel would treat them well and treat them like her own niece and nephew.

"We'll raise them as if they're your own, then." Time would likely prove that Laurel probably didn't have it in her to treat them just the same as any of Indra's own pups would be; she definitely held a big bias for her own children. "And we'll make sure that they are loved and won't be abandoned." Laurel glanced at them and then looked at Indra and smiled. It felt a bit like they were making a pact and maybe, in some crazy way, it was a little bit as if they were also recreating their own childhoods, shaping them into something better.