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"Like I said," Bones rejoined, winking, "a mountain lion. There was maybe half a dozen of us who helped Cap'n Fox. I bit its foot and its yellow belly!" she exclaimed, aware of the young male's skepticism but evidently unaffected by it. If he doubted any part of it—from the event itself to her involvement in it—he would soon learn the truth of it. It made no difference to her, in any case; she knew the truth and would be proud of it to her dying day!

Young Bones listened patiently when he refuted her remarks about her father, her tongue lolling from her ashy gray muzzle in a sort of bemused smile. He was such a troll! She could tell now that he was being purposefully nasty and, perhaps deep down, it bothered her. However, she did not show it. She continued to smile at him, her eyes sharp and glittering with mirth.

"If I find me father, it doesn't mean he'll take control of me life," she scoffed good-naturedly. "Whether he wants me or not, he's gonna get me!" she added in a chipper voice.

In the next beat, the six-month-old licked her lips and wondered, "So, got a name, blaggard? Me name's Crossbones but ye can call me Bones," she told him, eyes twinkling as she awaited the next round of unimpressed comebacks that she'd already come to expect from her surly fellow youth.