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Wildfire stood peering at The Nest, unwilling to step inside despite its inviting coziness. It was a little too similar to a cave for her comfort. Even with the winter chill sinking deep into her bones, she preferred the open air. Besides, there were plenty of little niches in the tangle of exposed roots where she could find a place to rest. In fact, she sought one now, slipping only once as she navigated among the snarled roots.

There was a space right at the foot of the tree where the twisted branches formed an enclosed shallow. It was easily big enough for two or three wolves. She stood in it, circling a few times, sniffing at the dirt. When she glanced upward, she saw that the boughs overhead provided some shelter. This would make the perfect whelping den, Wildfire thought before she could catch herself.

She swallowed thickly, chest suddenly aching. She stepped out of the little space and exhaled loudly. When Aunt Flea gets here, I'll show her, Wildfire decided forcefully. Her godparents hadn't arrived yet but already she knew she would happily welcome the litter they surely planned, just like she knew she would reserve her two remaining Honoree ranks for them if they wanted.

The Sovereign paced away from The Nest altogether, then stopped and slowly turned back toward it. Pushing thoughts of pups aside, she lifted her muzzle into the air to request the company of anyone nearby. She had already showed it to Colt, now she wanted to introduce it to the rest of the pack.