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Hello, Leonore. I am Frederick. And what she had said next had Frederick's brow bone raising upwards, scaling up the ridge of his forehead. Oh? He chuckled, his tone that of shock. Well, this was one blunt pup. Straight-to-the-point. For a moment, he worried for the esteems of Leonore's siblings, should she have any.

How, exactly, do I look funny? Perhaps the scar upon his brow? The heaviness of which his eyes rested? His size? He'd assume the latter, considering just how small the child was in comparison, but otherwise he didn't believe he looked too strange.

And, taking note of the nickname her mother had for her, he spoke once more: Barracuda are very big, you know, his next words came with a hearty chuckle. Are you sure such a name is fitting for a wolf of your size?