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coconut? A dark brow raised sharply with obvious confusion. The word grove was familiar enough but he was not entirely sure what a coconut was. Of course, there were more important things than that in the information she had provided. A pack was to form in this coconut grove in the west. He had always been eager for knowledge and he could not stop himself from asking. what will your pack be like?

Then she did the formal thing and introduced herself. Bat. He wanted to say it fit her but besides large ears, he didn't see much connection. So he made no comment and did the fair thing. Absynthe. He offered with a brief, small smile.