When all else fails, take. a vacation

The journey had been longer than she had remembered, and Sedna often had to stop on her way to catch her breath. It was early days yet, but she felt whatever she had on board this time around far surpassed (in size at least), what she had birthed before. One particularly disgruntled pup seemed to constantly wedge a paw between her lower ribs and lung, while another treated her bladder like a boxing bag. She tried to reassure her tiny escort, taking her duties so seriously, that this was all perfectly normal. Otis was even walking for himself for once, laden down with his satchel of herbs and the pockets of Fuji's jacket were stuffed with all manner of wears. Sedna also had a roll of furs strapped to her own back, wrapped carefully around some of the pottery Fuji had painstakingly crafted. It wasn't every day they travelled all the way to Northern Boreas.

The markets bustled around them, various wolves shouting about their wares, but Sedna recognised very few of them at a glance. The pair of ibises took flight, and Sedna gestured her daughter towards what seemed to be a bar towards the back. "Let's stop fer a drink, I'm sure word'll get out soon 'nough."

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