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Corbie shook herself slightly to draw herself out of the spell of adorableness the puppies had cast over her as he sent the gangly pups off chasing a stick. She gave the stranger a smile. "I can see why they would become anyone's entire world. Sweet little ones." She sighed wistfully after them, then used her fangs to cut through the broken fibers still connecting the branch to the tree as she considered. She got to spend a lot of time around babies the last couple years with the lambs, but there was something special about babies that resembled your own species so closely. But she could not take the time to raise any sort of baby like that, neither pups of her own or more companion pups, when she was running the flock and the bees alone. Maybe in the future, she wouldn't be doing this alone, and she could devote the time to having a family of her own. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Asmodeus," she said once the branch fibers had parted and she'd spat out the bark. "I am Corbie. I live a few lands over, on the grasslands. I haven't seen you around, did you have to travel far?"