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There wasn't much more to tell about Ferret or Whip, though Lagan successfully remembered the name of their lost brother, Peter. "Yeah," Towhee agreed, "that's it! Peter... Pan, I think?" There was a story behind the peculiar name but she definitely didn't remember it. "Do you know if they ever caught the wolf who did it?" she couldn't help but wonder, Lagan's mention jogging her memory a bit. She'd heard this tragic tale at least once. It didn't make her sad so much as angry, knowing a trespasser had invaded and killed one of the pack's young like that.

She peered off for a moment, thinking, and when she returned her orange eyes to Lagan's face, a somewhat random question popped out of her mouth. "Lagan, how long do wolves usually live? Were my mom and dad—were they old when they died?" It seemed she'd already been exposed to so much loss in her young life but it didn't bother her, having never known anything different. She accepted death as a normal part of life, though all this talk of deaths and disappearances had her suddenly wondering (and worrying) how long she had with her loved ones.