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"I am thinking so!"

Euron had to take a few more breaths and sit in smiling silence before he could start to calmly inform Cicero about what he had seen. Truthfully he had no idea if what he had witnessed and heard held any value, but his father was keen to hear and that encouraged him.

"I saw mother at the borders. Some white wolf called her there." The pup paused, trying to go through his memories in order so as not to miss anything. "He had spots." Unique spots. Spots that he had noticed. Spots that any other wolf would notice. Spots like his shoulder patches — spots that made him recognizable. "Mother saw me and tried to make me go," he grinned devilishly, "but I only pretended. I hid again and listened."