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At the word of his uncle, Whip's face Immediatly lit with a smile. He was led forth towards the mouth of the den -- the noises the pups made inside were now far more evident. The boy stood in the den-mouth, staring down at his tiny, wriggling cousins with awe. They were so small, thought the boy. Whip couldn't help but wonder if he had he been this small at one point. Had he? He certainly didn't feel as if it were possible to be so helpless.

"Woah," he muttered, awestruck as he marveled at the Blackthorn brood. One particularly unruly pup had been singled out by Elwood as he took him in his daws and placed him gently at his feet. His name was far too complicated for the boy to pronounce, but it didn't stop him from trying. "Ten— Tar... Na.." His brow scrunched as his eyes fell upon the white dot on the pup's head. "He looks like Petey," he blurted, wondering how Elwood had made his brother so small.