09-19-2022, 11:04 AM
@Satan set around 1-2AM, after all current pups have been taken in and settled
Nyra had just finished setting up all the kids in their dens, those who wanted to be together were granted that wish, along with those who wished for more privacy.
The Warqueen would approach her husband with a soft yet rugged chuff and a sway of her plume before she spoke in low tones so the children would not hear.
"There is a method to my madness." She began, a sly yet faint smirk on her face.
"Children this young can still be molded in our image." She explained. Granted there were still risks to the effort, but when were there not risks in actions taken?
After all, every raindrop upon a lake forms ripples.
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