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Her son regarded her with a confused but intrigued expression, and soon enough he was happily toddling after her.  Finley grinned, mistaking his attempt at pronouncing his own name for a self-encouraging cheer.  "Yay!" she repeated supportively, wriggling back a few paces to draw him out even further - happy to see him taking to it with little fear.  But of course, that wasn't a surprise - he was a Blackthorn.  Only the super lame Blackthorns were scared of stuff, and Fin certainly did not intend to have passed down the super lame Blackthorn genes to her son.

"What a brave boy!" she crooned to him as she lured him further away from the den, pausing eventually simply so that she could admire her little one with a wag of her tail.  She didn't really have any idea where she was taking him.  Everything about them was rather mundane to her and the last time she'd tried to make a toy of the mundane, it had ended up with Wildfire nearly choking to death on a pinecone.  So, she decided to wait and see if little Eljay's instincts would be their guide that day, though she was ready to intervene whenever necessary.