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Another one appeared, and Fox glanced at her before turning her attention to Elwood who (thankfully) called her out by name. The other little one still went nameless, but Fox figured she could weasel it out of one of the kids later on. She was a cute one, too, and held brightly-colored leaves in her little jaws. Maybe this round of Finwoods would turn out to be a little better adjusted than weak ol' Eljay. No matter how much Finley adored that kid, he was a little touched in the head as far as Fox could tell.

"Typical Finley," Fox agreed. It was Finley who had always been hunting bears and going on wild adventures, so it was no surprise that it was Finley who had embarked on a journey to bring their kid—Lucy—home. To be fair, these two kids didn't even look that much different. At least Fox's kids (sans Nightjar and Whip) were different enough in appearance that they could be easily identified.

"How old are these little buggers now, anyway?" Fox asked, directing the question at Elwood, but knowing either of the two kids could answer if they really wanted to.