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Wildfire felt a flicker of worry when Portia reacted with uncertainty. That didn't bode well, though the Fisa calmly pointed out that many she-wolves went on to live normally and even bear more children. A low breath whooshed out of the Bandrona as she nodded her head jerkily. She tried to remember whether her mother had experienced any issues after giving birth to her younger brothers. But she had been too young—and that had been so long ago—that Wildfire couldn't remember.

Suddenly, a freezing cold sensation took root in her chest and spread through her bloodstream like icicles. "My mother," she choked out suddenly, her voice failing her so that she couldn't complete her sentence. How could she have forgotten about the particular circumstances of Fox's death? She had been so caught up in the sense of loss, Wildfire hadn't taken the time to look at it with an objective lens.