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Osprey snorted when her sister mistook the stranger's name to be Erm. "His name isn't Erm," she stage whispered, her words punctuated by snickers and giggles. "No," she added in reply to Ty's question before looking upward at the white wolf and echoing (or reechoing, rather) his, "Hi."

Licking her lips, the youngster glanced at her litter mate again before a mischievous idea struck her suddenly. "I'm Tytonidae and she's Osprey Jr." She jerked her head in the charcoal pup's direction. "Who're you?"