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He gave a chuff of laughter at her comment; he didn't disagree with her there. It also intrigued him, though. Had she come from another familial pack of Blackthorns? If she was a dispersal, she had taken her sweet, sweet time in doing so — lady was old (not that Lucca could talk, of all the wildlings, he most of all was unlikely to ever disperse and leave their dear parents). She didn't share in his excitement, but that didn't dull his lifted spirits. "Oh, why aren't you proud of it?" he asked with a quizzical tilt of his head. Compared to most he had met, they were indeed some funny-sounding names, but Lucca sorta liked it. It was like they all had a secret identity that only they knew about.

At Apple's words, the boy gave a nod of understanding. It was beginning to dawn on him that not everyone actually knew of places by name. "My family live there! With another big family called the Redhawks; they originally led at a place called Redhawk Caldera but then we moved." He didn't elaborate on the reasoning for their move; it was both a distant and unsavoury memory. He shuffled in place for a second before his brow crumpled in quiet concentration. "I, uh, don't know where it is exactly..." His words were awkward, sheepish that he couldn't recall the direction of his own home. "But there's a biiig lake in the middle of the territory with a bunch of birds! And a waterfall! Hard to miss; there's also a grove of apple trees nearby, too!" At this he gave a Tegan-esque wink, as if this was a sales pitch for the Plateau.