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"she does," he chuckled softly, amused by the little girl's refusal to surrender her stone. "and she knows vhen to hold onto vhat she must guard. a credit to you, star." surely these were the first round seeds of loyalty, to one's kith and home. all of sagtannet would be that to marble, and also calcifer. and their mother, for as long as she called their pack her own. "in a few months, perhaps they vill be ready to accompany the rest of us upon a hunt."
in time he left the little matron there with her children, a kind word to each as he turned away, intending to finish the remainder of his patrol.