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She listened to his story, eventually moving to lick the part of his ear she could reach as he spoke. She decided that if she was faced with a similar situation, she would probably make the same decision. Smiling against his fur, she said, I think I would have done the same. I don't like being forced to make decisions. She supposed that made her stubborn as well, but she didn't care. So, you don't know where your sister is? she asked, concern crossing her features. It would be hard not to know that her siblings were home safe. She tried not to think too much about the fact that her family was in that exact position with her. They had no idea where she was, but surely they knew she as way to tenacious to get killed, although sometimes, she wondered how she hadn't died yet; she had done some careless things while out on her own. 

She could tell he loved his family by the way he talked about them, but it just made him seem extra sweet that he felt compelled to tell her that he did. She would have nuzzled him then had she been able to reach his face, but she couldn't, so instead she just watched him groom the fur along her back with a content smile on her face.

Her smile turned to a grin when he brought up her name again. I was born first in my litter, and it happened so quickly, that my dad hadn't had a chance to make it to whelping den yet. Apparently, his exact words were, 'That was speedy,' upon seeing me already cleaned and nursing when arrived. So, they decided that should be my name, she explained, laughing a little at the story she had heard her parents tell more times than she could count. It turned out to fit me quite well as pup, too, because I was always sneaking away to get into trouble before anyone could tell I was gone, she added, laughter still present in her golden gaze.