Blacktail Deer Plateau blue sky black death

Like a flower under sunlight, Bones's heart bloomed at the news of her nearby aunt, uncles and soon-to-be cousins. "Uncle Peregrine," she murmured to herself. She'd never had an uncle before (well, she had, but not to her knowledge)! "What're the others' names?" she demanded excitedly, wanting to memorize their monikers and, of course, hopefully meet them personally at some point.

But first, Atticus had a question for her. "Kraken looked a lot like our mother. He just disappeared one day. We weren't that close. And I never really knew Skull, since she died pretty young." Bones's mouth momentarily twisted into a slight frown, then she shrugged. "I bet Kraken's out there somewhere, makin' his own way. And we gave Skull an honorable funeral, at least." It seemed ironic to Bones in hindsight, that the pack—and Cutlass, in particular—paid so much more attention to her in death than in life. "She doesn't have any worries anymore," the juvenile said lightly.