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Heather stirred, and moved her head a tiny bit. The scent of the dead fox, Blaze, and her pups wafted into her nose. But she didn't remember any of them.~Blaze curled himself even tighter around his beloved vixen, vowing to himself that he would remain in this position until she woke.
If she ever does.
Herding that encroaching insinuation away, Blaze turned his attention to their pups. Sighing, he unwrapped himself from Heather and went over to them. One by one, he picked them up and laid them at Heather's flank, hoping that, even though she was unconscious, they would find a teet and be able to nurse.
They must be able to. They must.
Fierce protection surged through him. Heather's okay. The pups are okay.
But are they really?~
~Blaze gave a soft joyous yip of such immense relief as Heather's head twitched. "You're okay," he soothed, licking her cheek slowly in reassurance. "I'm here, Heather."~