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Her eyes went a little glassy when he mentioned her mother. Raven hadn't had a lot of time to spare for mourning Fox. And she'd died before they'd ever cleared the air. There was a lot of baggage to unpack there but it would just have to wait. She couldn't do anything for either of her dead parents, after all, except foster their legacy—literally.

"Yeah," she replied a little lamely, yellow eyes refocusing somewhat, "I haven't had much time to process." Raven frowned sadly, then looked over the pups. They were a lot to handle but, as far as distractions went, they were a pretty good one. "Would you like to come in and see them?" she asked, knowing Fox might never have allowed it. But she wasn't here now to make the call and Raven knew how much Eljay wanted to be a midwife.