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Grezig was also patrolling, as she usually did. Normally she went in the opposite direction of Kavik—not to avoid him, but to cover different ground. Border patrols only worked properly if they covered all of the border. Tonight, however, after much deliberation, she decided to catch up to her friend and alpha and talk to him. Something had been buzzing around in the back of her mind for days now, something that bothered her on a personal level, and she needed to get it off her chest or it would eat away at her forever. Mind racing, and heart hammering, she quickened her pace and saw Kavik turning back towards her, his dark fur flashing strangely in the moonlight.

She cleared her throat and stood her ground, feeling uneasy about the words that were desperately attempting to claw their way out of her mouth. “Kavik,” she began, feeling strangled. “I must speak with you.” She tried to wait patiently for him to return her greeting, but plowed forward in seconds. “We spoke some time ago of pack policies. Does your policy on members other than the alphas having children still hold?” There. The question had been asked. Now to wait for his answer.