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Bronze's mind had been greatly eased when Jendai had decided to stay with them. All of his youngest children would be together now, with more potentially arriving soon. How many children Silent might give birth to, he did not know -- but it comforted him that if he and Silent were to die, they would have three older siblings that would take care of them. A smile painted his rugged face as he stood near his daughter, his heart light, tail flicking in mild pleasure behind him.


She was visibly nervous, and the elder would place his nose against Jendai's shoulder and nuzzle gently into her fur. "Do not be afraid," he told her, voice brimming with warmth. He had never doubted Song's judgment and had no reason to believe she would be wary in accepting his own daughter into their pack. Likewise, he had no doubt that Jendai would flourish here, surrounded by wolves that were as trustworthy and disciplined as the Destructions. Slowly he rose his muzzle to the sky, letting a call sound for Song, a steady but warm sound.