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Jackalope and Aibreann? He honestly couldn't remember if he'd met any Blackthorns with those names, but it didn't surprise him. If mom was still kicking out babies when he and Ceara were born, that woman could do anything -- including pump out a litter even after them. But the names sounded very Blackthorn - a nickname, he reckoned of the first, and a sensible one, he reckoned of the second - that he nodded along anyway and said, "Yeah, that'd be them."

"Thanks kid," he followed Mal quite contentedly. Finally, some solace from the bitter cold! It was, of course, still winter here, and still cold, but the trees at least seemed to form a barrier that kept most of the snow out, and Tuathal was thankful for that. "Don't think I have much to ask," he admitted. He'd been a part of so many packs already, he knew the base line of what to expect. But a niggling reminder of their past conversation came to mind -- funny, how he would remember it (he pushed the resurfacing memory of Ceara aside) -- and amended himself with, "actually, I have got a question for you. Ever find those lost sisters of yours?"