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She was just so cute. Her disbelieving outburst at Crete's muteness brought a smile to his lips as he spoke. It would be fun seeing her meet and get to know everyone in the family. He could just see her trying to teach Perry's young daughters how to talk like pirates. When she shared that she enjoyed doing things in the water, he nodded approvingly. "That's awesome!" he commented with enthusiasm, genuinely pleased. It was clear that she could take care of herself, which was by itself quite a feat to be proud of. Six month old puppies didn't always last long without the support of the pack; his daughter, though, had done just fine. And to find that she liked to do such rough-and-tumble things as wrestle snakes and fish, well…he was beginning to understand what it felt like to be a proud dad. It was what any father would want in his daughter -- a strong, confident, self-sufficient woman.

Then she turned the question back on him, and he thought for a minute. "Hmm…I like to run and hunt. And I like protecting our packlands and keeping everyone here safe." He grinned toothily at her for a moment, imagining that together, they might make quite a team someday. After a brief pause, during which he considered what to ask her next, he grew a little more serious as he asked, "If your mom didn't pay any attention to you, who raised you and cared for you?" It bugged him that anyone could have kids and not take care of them or pay them any attention, but remembering Cutlass's wild, carefree ways, he figured he oughtn't be surprised.