Sawtooth Spire That mangorita you were drinking

Five weeks. Over halfway to go in Star's pregnancy, then. Plenty of time for them to prepare for additional mouths to feed. Although Star had presumably bred without anyone's permission, Wylla couldn't be angry about it. In Grimnismal, when she was younger and her authority over the pack less assured, she would've thrown out a wolf who did such a thing. But here, she had no reason to believe that Star would ever challenge her authority the way wolves in Grimnismal had—and if it did happen, she thought she could count on her colleague's support.

So at length, Wylla said, I'm moving Thade, Phaedra and Astraeus to a suitable rendezvous site soon. You're welcome to use the den for your pups if you wish. It wasn't like she'd be returning to it until at least next winter, and that was if she even agreed to breed again, which was incredibly uncertain at present. Phaedra has a bit of a garden close to there, so if you don't mind her visiting it, you should be otherwise undisturbed.