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Toad grinned as the white wolf commented on her name. It was part of her family's customs to name youngsters after whatever animal they happened to look like. Part of her was sure that this convention of naming critters for what they appeared as actually had an effect on how they developed. She simply couldn't believe how stocky she'd grown in comparison to her mostly lithe and pretty siblings.

You could certainly say that, said Toad on the story comment. She loved stories and legends and always had. Others in her family assumed that she would grow out of this fascination as she reached adulthood. I suppose it's not for everyone, she commented. Toad herself was terrible at many things. Finding a husband was one. She frowned a bit at the thought.

Fox was asked about; an emptiness hit her stomach subtly. No, she passed during childbirth several years ago. She was once Alpha of the Redhawks, a wonderful queen. Her name was Fox, explained Toad, frowning a bit as she looked to the glitter from the water and the occasional firefly. We never actually met; she left home before I was born. But, I had always hoped to meet her when I was young. I feel like I knew her from the bits and pieces I heard. More than anything now, Toad wished at the very least that she had a place to belong. Had the Redhawks remained, she might have.

Now, she searched for information on any other siblings who might have remained in the Teekon Wilds, or even their children. So far, no one knew.