Dawnlark Plains "you will burn and burn out;

Imaq smiled, though it was still a bit lackluster, and nodded mutely. This was reassuring but it wasn't what she'd planned to ask -- of course, Lane couldn't have known this. The moment had passed though and she'd lost the courage to ask who had sired Lane's own litter. She supposed it didn't really matter. It wasn't as if she and Rye were an exclusive...well, anything. For a moment, she wondered if Rye had feelings for Lane (if they had coupled that was), if he had offered her the same silken promise.

A hot flash of something acidic, jealousy, sparked through her blood and she swallowed back the thought. Fretting over it wouldn't do any good and it would only upset her, which wasn't exactly healthy right now.

"That is good thing. Glacier is lucky to have Lane, Rye too," she said and tried to mean it. If the two did have pups together and Rye ended up with Lane, then she didn't want to live the rest of her life on Duskfire in pining misery -- nor did she want there to be any animosity between the possible half-siblings that would be born. 

"We go home, Taupek?" the she-dog questioned when the silence settled between them, gently inclining her gilded crown in the direction their tribe's claim lay in. 

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