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He cracked a still small, but slightly wider smile at her explanation, and then listened attentively as she gave him a small tip for when he had pups. The thought alone was terrifying, made even worse when he realised one day his siblings would have kids too! Maybe. If they ever managed to slow their roll. He tucked the name Jo away as a possible future name for his own brood (if that would ever happen) with a soft snicker, remembering how Finley used to call each of them Fee, Fi, Fo, and Fum (wait a second, did this mean then that they had three names?)

The quirky old woman then fell deep into concentration, and Lucca stared curiously, tail thumping idly upon the ground. Unfortunately, she did not recognise their names, but he did beam at her comment. "He is!" he managed to squeak in with a puff of his chest. He admired everyone in the Redhawk pack, but Elwood he respected most of all. Mostly because he was his father, but also because he was the kind of wolf Lucca aspired to be — courteous, patient, and rational. The boy still had a long way to go.

He couldn't hide his mild disappoint when Apple concluded she did not know of them, but nodded at her statement. There was no denying that — they were a huge family. "That's okay!" he said with a grin. This just meant she could have the pleasure of meeting them all! "If you ever come by the Plateau—" and if I ever find my way back, he thought sourly —"Just introduce yourself as a Blackthorn and you'll find them immediately!"