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So sorry for the lengthy delay!  I started a new job and have been super busy with other stuff too.  :)

Saor rolled her eyes at her brother's comments, grinning as he made his way into the brush.  She was sure he'd probably linger somewhere nearby -- whether his reasons were noble and protective, or if he merely wished to eavesdrop and be a nuisance was up for debate.  Her attention came back to Mouse as he was asking where they came from.  While she knew nothing about the land she was in now, she could talk about her last home all day long.  There were a lot of mixed feelings, particularly where their grandfather was concerned, but overall she still felt a great deal of love for her home.  Most of that probably had a lot to do with her mother.

"We came from the south," she said after a moment of thought -- she had to think for a moment to get her direction right.  "A place much like this, actually, with lovely forests and tall mountains.  We called ourselves the Winterhearts -- that's where my name comes from, Saor Winterheart."  She felt a pang of remorse as she thought of her mother, left behind.  She missed her, as well as her sisters.  "What about you?  Are you from around here?"