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"Oh, fascinating," Lucretia whispered eyeing her paws with delight. "Try and stretch them every day, it will familiarize your muscles with the new movement. It certainly wasn't something you could do before," she laughed quietly. It was important to try and acclimate all of their bodies to these new changes. There wasn't much to be done for her head except endure the aching. Come spring she figured a neat little rack of horns might sit atop her head. By then the puppies may have grown into their own blessings and Ashen would be filled with formidable wolves.

It was a lovely thought. There would be so much to study and observe. "There's plenty of snow drifts about as well, it wouldn't hurt to stop and chill your paws after your stretching exercises." The snow was dirty with ash but was sanitary enough to be used in such a way, she thought. "I apologize I can't immediately help with your request, but with your gift," meaning her helpful little Bourbon, "acquiring the unique properties for consistent usage in the springtime shouldn't be a problem at all. Something to look forward to, yes?"