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"Point taken," Wraen nodded solemnly and suppressed an amused grin. Towhee was exaggerating, surely, but she would remember her self-proclaimed title of resident Firebirds Gas Bomb later. She would not get away from that. 

"Well, as long as no one comes here to claim her as her own," she mused, but it was not likely. One-night-stand guys weren't the type, who tended to survey, how many kids they had sired during the season. "Phox will be daddy grande this year," she finished. 

What Towhee said next earned a momentarily confused look from Wraen, but she listened to the rest of the speech with attentive interest. And, when Regent had finished, she was silent for a long time. Thinking about, what had been said. "As far as I am concerned any ward of yours is ward of the whole pack. Mirka won't come to any harm. 

However, what you bring up is a question for future - do you want to be an exception to a rule that no one is allowed to breed without permission from the ruling party or do we bend the rule and be lenient in the future to those, who do?" Wraen asked.