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Peter Pan that's it. Lagan echoed, his memory catching up quickly. Towhee asked if they caught the wolf who had murdered him, and Lagan racked his brain once more. I think so, maybe. I remember hearing about her. She was a mean black wolf, all big and scary. I think she's dead. He said, for he was pretty sure he'd heard something about that. Or maybe it was just his mind remembering another dark furred killer, the monster from his childhood. The one who had stolen Lucy, and never brought her back.

Lagan spaced out for a moment too, but Towhee's next question snapped him back into place. This was a question he felt like he should know the answer to, but he didn't. I don't know. I know how old old is I think, but I guess people around here don't usually die of old age. Your parents were probably around Burke's age, and he's pretty old. He said, though he realized that might've sounded a bit sad. He wished there was something to say to spin that around, but there wasn't much of an upside when talking death.