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The gray head that popped out of the den could have belonged to literally any of the five matching Blackthorns, yet the lanky build, green eyes and happy shout immediately identified Lagan. Despite the solemn nature of her immediately previous task, Raven smiled broadly at her "godson." She knew she should probably correct him but she found his error harmless and amusing, so she opted against it.

"How're you today, Lagan?" the Gamma queried, gliding closer and peeking beyond him just in case any of his family members decided to make an appearance as well. "You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," she remarked, already well aware that it was just the boy's nature.