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Svara’s usual greeting went beneath Cer’s radar until she heard the sharp tones of Alexey. Turn her eyes upon the two women, Cercelee grinned to herself. Perhaps Alexey would have more luck than Cercelee had in the past with the small she-devil. It was encouraging to hear Alexey stand up not only for herself but also for her Rosea but Cercelee doubted the teenager would take the words to heart.
Turning back to Firefly she nodded to the female. They were beautiful, perhaps only because they were the epitomes of new beginnings, which many wolves Dahlia desperately sought after. Or perhaps their beauty was just something they had, unexplainable. Noting the squabble behind her she smiled down fondly at the new creatures, murmuring to them in a way she had thought she’d never do to newborns. “Poor fools, do you really have a chance in this pack? You’ll quickly have to learn to hold your own, huh? Of course you have a spit fire mother... Maybe you two will inherit it.” Or maybe they would inherit the darkness that lurked within Haku. Or maybe the puppies would be polar opposites of their parents, Cercelee was excited to watch this strange experiment of life and genetics develop.
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