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i. . . yes, he replied. he'd been there for dawn, when their pair had been born, and then for easy after that. and things had gone fairly smoothly. you'll be all right. i also didn't think i could anymore. father children, i mean.

aditya sat down at the den's entrance, watching her with hawkish golden eyes. should anything go wrong. . . who could he summon? he supposed moonglow was not far away, and he could call out for someone there in a pinch.

he began silently praying to hari, hoping that it all went smoothly for tytonidae.

i'm here, he said, for lack of better words. i'll be here.