Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

Although he was still more interested in the location than its residents, Reyes's words served to remind the young explorer of why they were really here. It wasn't about seeing the sights, it was about meeting the people. Namely, he and his sister were about to meet their extended family.

Four wolves arrived in quick succession, the third arrival in particular looking a lot like his dad. This must be one of his grandmothers. His eyes bounced from her scarred countenance to the other woman's. And this must be the other. Caracal eyed the two males as well, noting the resemblance between the two. Naturally, he was particularly intrigued by someone who appeared to be his own age.

Rather than answering the other youngster's pointed question, Caracal looked to his father. After a warm welcome was offered, Reyes launched introductions on their side. The boy made sure to smile and wave when his name was mentioned. His lips pursed a little when his dad faltered over Teya's introduction. Caracal hadn't made up his mind about his dad's girlfriend, having spent much of the trip mostly ignoring her right along with everyone else.

But these familial strangers, they intrigued him. They talked quite differently and he wanted to ask about that. His ears flicked back, wondering. Would that be rude? And then another question struck him. Caracal didn't know why he'd never thought to ask until now, though maybe it had something to do with finally meeting them in person.

Without thinking it through, Caracal blinked and looked right at Reyes. "Hol'up, you have two moms!" he declared. Thank you, Captain Obvious. "How is that possible?" He knew how babies were made. Was his dad some kind of miraculous exception? Or immaculate conception? His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, hungry for answers.