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Bas’ lip peeled slightly back, showing a hint of sharp teeth. “Iggy. You save Iggy.” He growled, quite happy to interrupt the healer and make sure everyone was very clear on that outcome. “A litter of pups without a mother to raise them, or milk, and when they don't know life is hard. Iggy is young, and has a lot of life ahead of her. The outcome should be clear.” Logic, he would apply logic instead of the wild emotions that suddenly lashed against him at the thought.


He forced his hackles back down and let out a slow breath. “If such a thing happened, it would be the only litter. So there would be no higher risk of a second. I'm grateful to you for getting all the information, and delivering it even when the news is not always good. I'll still have you sit down with Iggy and have her hear it from you so you can explain it in detail.” he didn't like to hear she would be at risk, but he knew it had been likely. He needed a distraction, but he forced himself to sit there and hear anything else the healer had to say before he could throw himself into the work of setting up the clinic.