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A mix of both parents? Well, certainly, but he'd always figured that the dorsal stripe had been a dominant trait, and therefore marked nearly all Blackthorns, though in varying degrees. One os his brothers, after all, sported a coat that was pure black- so it could be argued that either the dorsal stripe was lost in his fur, or that the dorsal stripe had simply taken over his entire coat. Jackalope preferred to assume the latter.

He snorted, then, and Mal's claim and would have laughed had the expulsion of air through his nasal passage not reminded him that it was somewhat sensitive still. He worked his jaws, pressing his tongue against the healed puncture wounds at the top of his hard palate to quell the pain. He lifted his head a bit, arching his neck and flicking his docked tuft of a tail. "Plenty of 'exotic' looks in my family too, if y'haven't noticed," He grated through his teeth, abandoning his false strut almost immediately though the relaxed smirk remained on his gaunt features. The majority of his physical quirks- the bent muzzle and overbite, as well as his short tail- weren't genetic whatsoever. "Don't s'pose you an' Glee will be having more next year, then?" He asked. He wanted to find out exactly how close the two were; and he knew full well that Aibreann tended to get whatever it was she decided she wanted.