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He snorted slightly, though her short and vague story was interesting if nothing else. Snowl was particularly interested in the "homewrecker" bit, being a connoisseur of scandalous variety, but the dark-furred teen did not give him the opportunity to press her about it. He met her mis-matched eyes as she introduced herself, and he smirked slightly.

"Junior, eh? My oldest sister is a Junior—who's ya senior?" His mind was still on the inappropriate topic of Redbird Cauldron's exact conception, but even the spiky, dirty brat knew better than to press someone for information they weren't keen on retelling. "Snow Owl," he responded, well past the days where he loathed his soft, fluffy name. "Shorten it to Snow, Owl, Mr. Sexy-as-Hell.. whatever," he shrugged. "My pops called me Snowl, though. You can call me that."