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It was not Finley, but Colt who appeared from within the pack's depths. She stared, slack-jawed for a split second before clicking her teeth together. This was just too weird. "I could ask you the same thing!" she replied flippantly. Like Finley, she did not remember too much about Colt except his name and appearance. Suddenly, Cyclone wasn't too sure she wanted a gang of her older siblings lording over her all the time. Maybe if it had just been cool ol' Finley, she could've handled it. But with Fern likely on her tail and Colt already here, she didn't think she'd be able to have nearly as much fun as she had planned to.

"Finley is here, right?" she asked, looking over Colt's shoulder, expecting her older sister to come galloping toward them any moment now. "Fern is like, right on my ass all the time, so I figure she'll be here in a hot second telling me not to hit on my brother or something. She is so dull." Come to think of it, Colt was looking rather dapper these days. He was wearing those extra years pretty dang well.