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“Good to know,” Ptarmigan mused. Already, the mousey female was rethinking her decision to elevate Cara and to keep Kaname in his place. She had expected the pack to more readily accept her if she didn't oust their known leaders, but so far, it hadn't been the case. The only wolf who seemed inclined to approach, aside from Viggo, was this Mordecai, and he wasn't necessarily going to become her favourite companion.

She glanced between uncle and nephew, her brow creasing with the quiet question of how that had happened, but kept it to herself. She smiled warmly at Viggo as though to indicate he could carry on being excited about it, but it was Mordecai who for the time being held her attention. “I dunno,” she said, somewhat nonchalantly. “My mum didn't stay with them. I think her mom died in the eruption, and she got out but didn't go looking for the others.” Green and Shingle were both long in the ground, and Ptarmigan knew nothing of her aunts but names, so giving even that was difficult.