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Phox listened with interest. It sounded like a nice place, wherever his mother and Toad were from. Not that different than the environment he'd grown up in. Between the Blackthorns and the Redhawks, there was plenty of family. The two bloodlines had more or less merged into one over the years, even if not biologically (outside of Tegan/Bat and Eljay/Wildfire). His smile grew especially warm when she mentioned how his grandmother wanted to see all her children succeed. It seemed that at least ran in the family. Phox desperately wanted all of his children to succeed.

It sounds really, really nice, he said, the warmth in his face apparent.

Do you know if any of your other siblings—my aunts and uncles—are still alive? he asked. Now he wondered if there were even more relatives from his mother's side roaming about. Maybe he had met them at some point or another without even realizing. In fact, he just now realized something about Toad.

Do you all have animal names? His mother had been named after one, as had he and his siblings, but he didn't realize until now that the tradition went further back than that. Phox silently wondered what other familial traditions his maternal side might have had. Storytellers ran in the family on his father's side, and it sounded as though his grandmother was one as well. He'd had his own way of connecting with that, through the constellations and their stories. Perhaps it was something that came in from both sides of the family.