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Pathmark and Longshot walked companionably along a path to a particularly pleasant bathing pool, laughing and joking as they went. Suddenly, Pathmark put a restraining hand on Longshot’s shoulder and pointed through a break in the foliage. The dark-haired archer followed his friend’s finger and beheld a wonderous sight. Whirl stood just outside of her birthing-den and seemed to be encouraging her newest litter to adventure outside for the first time. **How many do you think she whelped?** Longshot sent. **I haven’t heard anything from Windburn yet.** **I see two.** Pathmark responded indicating two creamy-gold balls of fluff rolling around together on the forest floor. Longshot could hear the pleasure the sight evoked echoing in the tracker’s mind voice. **Wait,** Longshot sent. **I see another one standing behind Whirl. It seems a bit shy.** The two stood watching the pups stumble around, exploring. The elves shared a happy grin before continuing on their way to the bathing pool. “Three healthy cubs,” Pathmark said. “Whirl sure makes handsome ones.” “Well, Wasp has a little to do with that too,” Longshot winked.
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