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with the beast sufficiently awoken qiao stepped back. such a creature was large by her standards - all folded skin and short fur. truly alien to qiao, who had seen all manner of wolves from red mange to far worse. somehow, this woman ranked among the abused and the sickly as one of the worst visions qiao beheld.

she scurried from aquene's side, drawing long breaths from her thin muzzle. there was not much she could tell by scent alone.

troubled by this difficulty qiao studied the woman's flank as she yawned. her sides remained ungravid.

perhaps you did not take. qiao affirmed, having no reason yet to doubt the not-wolf's sorry tale. she glanced to aquene then with a dusting of her paws. there is little i can do here. you do not appear pregnant by any measure of my knowledge, but i am unfamiliar with your kind's gestation. there are potions i can make if you... qiao paused, glancing from both aquene to the woman with such a sorry story to tell. find the thought of bearing children from this unwilled union unspeakable.