Ravensblood Forest O Brother Where Art Thou?

Glossing over Lotte's reticence (the explanation is damning, and Dagfinn doesn't have time for that), Dag hurried to answer the coywolf's questions. He was excited to get started, and part of him hoped that Arturo would share this enthusiasm and suggest they hop right to it, even though he had a strong desire to see his sister and hustle her for details on what had happened in his absence. Was she pregnant yet? He hoped so. If she wasn't, he didn't want to waste any of Arturo's time. This could wait until Lotte had a couple buns in the oven.

"We hunt!" he said brightly, bouncing a bit to work some of the excess energy out of his body. "And then I get to paint you with my own blood - to signify your baptism into our family! You can keep your name, of course, and give it to Lotte, but after this, you'll just like any Ansbjorn."

That part about the blood wasn't true at all, of course, but Dagfinn was going to keep up the ruse for as long as he could. As well, he didn't mention that failure to make a proper kill one's Mittapuu would normally result in rejection from the family and probably exile, as he didn't plan on following through with any of that. If Arturo didn't catch anything, Dagfinn would just do it himself. It would mean leaving the Golden Glade behind until Lotte was able to hunt for herself and his nephews again, but that was family what family was for.