The little kit lay quietly, listening to the voices of Seneca and
Onyx in the candlelight. It was one of a few nights when she did so,
unable to find sleep even in her weary recovery. Later on, she would
remember bits and pieces of their conversations.
Speculation
was distorted to truths about herself. So, later, when Grax told her
she was pregnant, she dismissed it as impossible. It took some
gentle, adamant conviction to make her realize she was misinformed.
That she was as able to possibly bear cubs as any other female charr.
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