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Yeah... Sequoia murmured at Laurel's comment about the absent mother. It was strange that Praimfaya had not stuck around. She felt especially bad for the kids, even though she liked to think that she'd done a pretty good job raising them alongside her own.

Abel began to whimper and whine, but Laurel was quick to soothe him. Sequoia couldn't help but smile, remembering those early days with her own children.

The deep-cut question Laurel asked next made Sequoia pause. A question like that didn't come out of nowhere, and she wondered what it was about Rivenwood that Laurel didn't like.

I do, Sequoia said. I'm sure there are other places out there that might suit me, but Mahler has been pretty great to me. It's not every day that you can waltz up to a pack and get exactly what you want out of life. Okay, so maybe it hadn't been exactly like that, but that wasn't too far off from the truth.

Is there something about it that you don't like? she asked, curious.