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She was -- the mother was quick to express her annoyance at the chosen name, and with a faux frown, Scimitar glanced back down to his new little comrade, who had now manoeuvred between his paws from the other side. "Mom disapproves," he noted, giving his shoulders a shrug as if to say 'I don't see why.'

His gaze drifted down to his next visitor -- the silver boy who had come, paws blazing to thwump at his brothers. Little mini-Shadow -- how fitting. Scimitar refrained from lifting a paw at the clumsy display of puppy dominance and poking the boy in the side, for Paar would surely box his ears for that one. The puppy lifted his tail then -- a strange thing, for dominant displays did not begin at such a tender age, and so he ignored it, giving a nod in the grey pup's direction as a lazy grin pressed to his lips. "This one will be trouble," he murmured to Paar, his wolfish brows cocking up to see what she thought of the matter.

The white boy shifted closer to him as well, no doubt for protection, and he lowered his nose down for all three, allowing them to poke and prod him as they willed. "They're truly amazing, Paar," he offered then, allowing seriousness to roll back in to the conversation as his own aqua eyes found their way to the tiny fiery she-pup next to her mother. "Have you named them?"