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The sound of Chickadee's voice brought a smile to Eljay's face, as always; though today, it was already there as he had watched the pups run out from the den. He enjoyed watching each of them, and enjoyed how each of them had their own personality and way of doing things. As Chickadee's request came, Eljay smiled at first, but then as she mentioned stories, he could not help but wonder if it was because she dreaded his death — and could not help but have his smile half slip from his face, only a melancholic, bittersweet remnant left.

Then he forced it back on again, and said, Of course. I would love to teach you. Is there any particular direction that you would like to learn? He was specialised, after all, in taking care of young pups, of pregnancies, and of wounds, sores, and all else that could be wrong with the wolf body. I will have to think of some stories. It was my mother who was specialised in telling those. And, after a moment of thought, Your mother might be more suited to tell them — Err — Those she knows. I will give some thought to what I can tell. He realised that of course Maia had not always been there, and there were yet many stories of the Blackthorn family that she did not know because of that.