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Theory nodded astutely - it was true. Just the slightest move in the heat of battle could mean defeat or victory - painting the ground with your blood, or your enemy only getting a mouthful of fur. "Quite right." A light chuckle escaped her as he mentioned wanting to take a beginning healing course. "Well, I'll leave your name on my roster. And that's a threat!" The mood slowly ventured somewhere more serious, silence settling between them as Corvus contemplated her words. Family. It was the logical next step, wasn't it? Even more than that... watching Poem and Sparhawk, watching her nieces grow up before her eyes - oh, it had awoken something in her. A powerful want, something that could easily overwhelm her.

"I think about it often. Especially after... she left me. It hadn't seemed like an option before - at least, not a simple one - and now that opportunity is open to me. And I don't have a single other wolf I'd want to start a family with," she barked a short, bitter laugh. It was an ugly sound, so unlike her. Almost pure bitterness. "But, I'm trying to stay open to the possibility," she added quickly. Theo smiled softly, burying her own pain and turning to address Corvus directly: "I think you'd make a splendid father when you decide that you're ready - and Twig a lovely mother. I mean that."