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Now Wildfire wasn't fighting down her inexplicable attraction to Niamh but a hearty laugh instead. Her pack mate being mad at a pair of happy ducks really tickled her funny bone, though she didn't want to make light of the Tradesman's feelings. Wildfire knew very well how tumultuous emotions could be during pregnancy and even postpartum. She would never forgot how much she'd cried after the one litter...

"It's very likely the hormones," the Sovereign agreed, albeit gently, and she omitted the word "just" to avoid minimizing Niamh's experience. "They can be brutal. And there's no controlling them. So you just have to sort of ride it out and know that it'll pass." Wildfire hesitated a beat, then brought up a paw to pat-pat Niamh's shoulder. That struck her as oddly formal so she awkwardly withdrew and just went for it: a friendly, lingering nudge on the blonde's tear-stained cheek.

"If it'd make you feel better, I can go take out those ducks. We'll be rid of them and you'll get a nice meal out of it," Wildfire offered with a smile.