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That looks right to me!

A frown drew down the corners of Sequoia's mouth. She wasn't sure what to think of it. Why would Praimfaya go after a cat? Why wouldn't she run? Picking a fight with such an apex predator was a recipe for disaster, and disaster was exactly what it had resulted in. No more Praimfaya. Sequoia looked sympathetically to the children. If Praimfaya didn't come back... well, Sequoia would do what she must.

The puppies did their puppy things, and the Zweite watched as they displayed their individual personalities. Witch seemed more interested in the food, and Skaigona appeared to be more interested in Mahler's gifts than any of her peers. Druid, on the other hand, seemed to be preoccupied by trying to find something on her own. Another step toward independence, Sequoia knew, which made her wish they could stay forever. Deep down, she knew that when they were older, they would do as she had done and spread their wings to flee the confines of the nest.

They can, of course, stay here as long as they need to. They've practically been my kids as well as hers since they were born so close together and we traded babysitting so many times. I won't lie to 'em about where they're from, even though I think they're too young to really understand right now.