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Áskell wolfed down chunk after chunk and as he moved to flip the fish over so he could work at the other side he saw another, very round wolf, approach. He stared at her, licking the blood off his lips. He'd never seen such a fat wolf before and his head cocked to the side as he tried to figure out what the issue was here. He tested her scent, noting the Armada but not anything he'd associate with pregnancy. Between Deathbelle and Recluse he knew enough of that scent to be sure pregnancy wasn't the issue. "Uh… hey. You know, last I checked wolves didn't hibernate, you don't need to put on that much fat for the winter."