When Briar grabbed her paw, Kite let her guide it to her belly. Her eyes flitted to Briar’s face, and then her belly, grinning. It was nice to be able to see her sister. Nicer still to be sharing these moments with her. Having told Briar her secrets, she felt suddenly close and trusting of the older wolf.
“Oh!” She said as felt a little kick beneath her paw. “Hi little one, you're pretty active today” She giggled. She felt more movements and kicks, and after a moment, she came closer, pressing her ear to Briar’s belly. “Do you talk to them?” She asked curiously. She hadn’t really been around pregnant wolves before, but the whole idea of little lives beneath her ear seemed wild and strange, and a little cool. “Any fatter and Art would have to carry you!” She agreed cheekily, much of her natural hostility slipping away.
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