Duck Lake can't remember when it started

Murdock let out a burst of laughter at Dawn's admission, but truthfully, he thought it was terribly sad. "I've met more nieces than I can count," said Murdock, eyes sparkling with similar humor. "Your granddad had eighteen cubs in his lifetime, and they're all breedin' like rabbits up north. Their kids, too."

He cocked his head, looking Dawn over once more. She was certainly a pretty one; in a year or two she'd be a knock-out, but he didn't think he'd ever look at her without seeing his baby brother. "But I'm glad to meet another. Especially one of Day's. I never thought we'd see that kid again," he murmured, wistful. They'd looked for him when they realized he should have been back, but by then, it was too late to track him. Honestly, they'd all sort of assumed he'd died out there, blind and alone.

But he'd survived and started a family. A small one, by Sameth measures, but it wasn't as though the rest of the litter had been very successful, either.