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"Too young?" she repeated in confusion. She had gone into heat and conceived at the usual age for a fox, so Quip wasn't sure what he meant. But she let it go and answered his other queries as thoughtfully as she could. "I ate as much as I could and got plenty of exercise. I didn't get pregnant until late spring," she added, "and I gave birth about a week ago."

"Sometimes they just die." The vixen bit back a sigh but nodded in agreement. "Perhaps I wasn't meant to be a mother," she mused, then suddenly felt as if she'd said too much. She felt a prickle pass through her. It was time to get going.

There was the incoming storm to consider too. "Thank you for your advice. I'm going to find some shelter. You should too." Quip afforded the young wolf a last glance before pivoting and gracefully hopping down the crags, back toward the cover of the hollow.