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Scimitar blinked in return to her answer, slightly surprised at the sudden direction this conversation had drifted to.. at least, the common ground that had suddenly popped up. "My mother stayed in Seahawk Valley briefly. I believe I have relatives there as well," he mused quietly, his turquoise eyes now looking at her with a newfound curiosity. What ties did this mean the two of them possibly had, then?

Looking to delve in to this further, Scimitar canted his muzzle, shifting his weight now. "What is your last name?" His voice was light, potentially hinting that the question might have been found invasive. He only knew a small bit of Seahawk Valley's history -- his mother had told him the tale of how she and his uncle had attempted to rise a pack there at one point, but had left in the end until forming Dal Riata eastward of there. Rapier had mentioned a she-wolf they had nursed back to health after she had an accident -- as he recalled, the female had lost her memory.